1. We live near the beach. So The Bean is definitely a sand child, which is good, until we get home and I have to wash his clothes, and my washing machine and all the carpet between my washing machine and the front door gets gritty.
2. He still fits into the laundry basket which for the past week has been sitting on my lounge room floor with a stick poked through the holes and a tea towel pegged to the top. He sometimes uses a plastic plate or a plastic coat hanger for the 'driving wheel', but it really isn't a very big laundry basket so this driving is 'space permitting'. It has interchanged as a sail boat, a tug boat, a boat with eyes on it, a reading boat, a pirate boat, a safe haven and a place to keep cars, dinosaurs, shoes, books and other items that NEED to be in the sail boat so they don't have to be put away.
3. He likes to walk on the 'fridge', which is really a translation of 'bridge', although, he really means 'pier'.
4. Whenever we drive anywhere and we actually see the sea, we both call out, 'Hello OCEAN!'.
5. We live near the beach in Melbourne so although sand loving, not so much into the whole water thing. It is terribly cold, even through most of summer. But it's not just that. I asked him if he was going to swim in the ocean in Vietnam and he replied with shock, and a little sarcasm, "No, Mama. The fishes will eat me in the ocean."
6. On Monday, during a moment of clarity, let's call it sunshine, we went for a walk to the beach and The Bean took a silver SUV of some description with him. Luckily, the tractors had recently graded the beach and made some very cool SUV tracks in the sand. The Bean lay down in the sand immediately to allow the SUV full use of said tracks. Despite it having rained a butt load the night before and the fact that although this clarity giving sunshine was out, it was a maximum of 10 degrees.
7. He still likes to have a bath, as do most of us. The problem with The Bean is that we don't live in a house with a bathtub. We have but a shower in our little unit, which is fine for stand up bathing, contemporary in a 70s kind of way and clean. The Bean insists on a bath, in the blue baby bath tub he had when he was, well, a baby, which sits in the bottom of the shower cubicle. He likes it and who am I to argue? He is a giant skinny little butt string bean, so the butt fits in, just not really the rest of him.
8. He loves his fluoro green skull and cross bones pyjamas (my encouragement towards him being more Pirate-y).
9. When we empty the bath he says, 'Bye Bye water, thanks for giving me a bath!'
10. He loves his 'Max' book, 'Where the Wild Things Are.' As do I. And it relates.
Things The Bean has said:
A few days ago I noticed a little rash on the top of The Bean's thighs and a bit on his butt and tummy (don't worry, I don't think it's serious but I'll take him to the doctor if it's still there tomorrow).
Last night after he'd gotten out of the bath and we'd said goodbye to the water and we'd squeezed out the face washer and we'd dried the Allosaurus and the Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Minmi and the weird pre-mammal thing we don't have a name for, and after I'd wrapped The Bean up in a towel and eaten his face like a spring roll I checked his butt rash.
Me: Is it itchy?
TB: No mama.
Me: What is it? (more to myself than to The Bean, let's be honest)
TB: It's from the pumpkin.
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