This morning the Princess, little L and I went to the playground together.Â This was my first time venturing out alone with 2 two-year olds and I was a little tense.Â We were only going as far as the park at the end of the road but the potential for disaster was clearly there. Little L dutifully held my hand and I suggested to the Princess that she might like to do likewise.
No!ï¿½ Mummy carry you! But why, sweetheart? Look L is walking.
Il y a des voitures, maman!
Well yes darling, but they’re all parked.
She was not to be fooled, she would not get down until we reached the safety of the park.Â Let me tell you waddling along with a 2 year old in one arm while holding another’s hand while simultaneously 4 months pregnant with twins is no joke.
I tackled Mr. Waffle on this matter this evening.
Him:ï¿½ Um, that might be my fault.
Him: Well the other day I was walking with her and when we got to the road I explained that she had to be carried across the road because otherwise it was too dangerous.
Me: Derisive snort.
Him (defensively): Well, it’s better than the opposite.
Which I suppose it is. Her extreme caution also means that she is not subject to the myriad bruises which other toddlers suffer from. Though, of course, she did manage to break her front tooth.
on 17 May 2005 at 09:21
You’re undone. That’s imprinted behaviour and the circuitry is now laid down for all future learning. Better luck with the Twins…. 😐
on 17 May 2005 at 10:26
Hubby will be sorry when she’s 18 and still demanding that he carries her across the road. You wait.
on 17 May 2005 at 21:31
HJB, well my experience of people who live in Switzerland is that they’re all very fit from near constant mountain climbing – not true?
JD, yes, I know.
Pog, the one thought that sustains me.