Time with the kids

So I was lucky enough to be able to spend some time with my youngest son, Fynn on the weekend. Meg took Laird and headed to gym on Sunday afternoon. And there Fynn and I were left looking at each other.



Now having two boys under 3 makes life quite busy. So you don't always see the small little steps of development. Much to my amazement Fynn now has a substantial vocabulary. I noticed that he was close to talking because at 3am in the morning about a week ago he was standing ip in his cot and pointing to the cupboard and saying "inder". Not really understanding what he was trying to say until a few minutes later while I was feeding him his bottle that a rat ran out from in the cupboard.

I tried to chase the rat outside but it was not having much respect for me and my squash racquet ( the only weapon I could find at three in the morning). My son shouting "inder inder" ( which I translate as in there). And the bloody rat zoomig up and down the curtains, under the cot, under the chair and about 20 min later, with my wife now yelling from the bedroom "what's all the noise!?!" that I ws able to chase it out of the window. So peace and calm return to our house in he early morning.

Then a week later while the tour de France is ambling over the mountains I hear a strange sound from Fynn's room. I head off to investigate to find the little chap unpacking his cupboard in search of the rats in his cupboard. In his hand the cover of a DVD movie - Ratatouille. I wonder what he thinks of Dad trying to kill the hero of one of his movies with a 15 year old squash racquet.

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