Friday, 2 January 2015

Home and the joy of baby-proofing

We got back home today from a week's visit to London staying with Alex's family for what was our second Christmas. The house was cold and felt empty but we soon filled it up. Arlo unpacked his new toys. I put a wash on and cooked burritos. Alex took Arlo to bed and then lit the wood burning stove. It felt nice to be back in our usual routine. We've had two weeks of Christmas; all the visits and presents and drinks and late nights and catching up with friends and eating nothing but cheese for dinner (ahem). It's been amazing but there was a certain comfort to returning to reality and doing all the things to which we've become accustomed. Things like finding the peanut butter hidden at the back of the kitchen cupboards and eating it straight out of the jar (Arlo) or curling up on the sofa to watch The Walking Dead from behind my fingers (me — we have almost watched them all and are soon to run out of episodes, I may cry).

In particular it felt good to know I could let Arlo run riot without worrying he's going to break something. He's already broken everything there is to break in our house after all. Visits to friends and family are great but having a toddler in tow means you're on high alert in case of spilled drinks or burnt fingers or cat attacks or broken baubles, so it's nice to be able to get to the relative safe haven that is our baby-proofed-to-within-an-inch-of-its-life home, say 'knock yourself out' to a very active one-and-a-half-year-old and let him go mental with the duplo for a bit. I think we'll be staying in for the foreseeable - or at least until the peanut butter runs out.

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