Rather ingenious but also rather dangerous and I sooooo wasn't going to let him do it. Cue meltdown! And all before I'd had a cup of tea!
Saturday, 2 August 2008
Due to my inability to sleep (and not drinking enough water according to Mr Earplugs) I woke up with a bad headache. One worthy of a night on the tiles (chance would be a fine thing!) This was compounded by the delivery of a lorry load of pre-mixed concrete next door. At 8:30am on a Saturday, groan. Mr Earplugs had set off at the crack of dawn to get the car to the garage for an exhaust repair but then rang to say they couldn't do it so the car's going to sound like a tractor for a while longer. Nipper was desperately trying to get his stroller through the stairgate and having a major strop over it. I figured I'd give him a hand so I could get a bit of peace, and I was curious as to why? Our final destination? The kitchen.... where he promptly climbed into the stroller and stood up to get access to the counter top!