The trouble with thinking that you are of superior intellect is the feeling that the world and life owe you something for it.

Wake up to a 2 y.o. standing next to your bed saying ‘Yucky* mommy, yucky’, holding out a fistful of the contents of the cats litter tray.

I half-heartedly instructed him to ‘go and put it back’, but the silence that ensued his departure from the room didn’t leave me convinced that this is what he was doing. Nap over.

This is said 2 y.o. enjoying the jumping castle we hired for him (and the kid in me that didn’t get enough jumping castle time when I was young) at our house warming this past weekend.

Once he’d gotten over the initial fear of a castle complete with dragon in his back yard:

Much enjoyment was had ☺

“I see you”

“Aidan Upsa down!”

I can’t describe how this little man has changed my world. I’m quite sad that he only has 6 weeks left of being an only child.

*Actually he said “Ga ga”, South African slang for yuck or the like. But the SA slang that doesn’t sound like ‘lady gaga’, but rather with a hard G, that makes a sound akin to coughing up a furball. But if I’d given this explanation in-line it’d have lost it’s punchline.

1. The super-nasal’s have kicked in. I remember this from last time. Of the 5 senses I think a heightened sense of smell is the only one that’s just not cool.

2. My brain is taking strain. I was adamant in my first pregnancy that the much spoken about pregnancy porridge brain was a myth. I felt I actually proved it was by holding down a full time job, changing job role and studying part time – graduating top of my class to boot – and only loosing my keys once. This time I don’t have the studies, but I do have a toddler and perhaps that swings the scale. I ran the washing machine last week with detergent, fabric softener and … No clothes. I left the basket of dirty clothes right next to the machine and walked away.

3. More sensory anomalies: I am so noise sensitive. I get riled up at the first hint of a repetitive sound and I can not tolerate 2 people talking at once. Both quite unavoidable circumstances with a 2 year old in the house.

All is well with our household though, our new house household (at last), and mom and baby are growing well. We are closing in on the last straight, 7 weeks to go from tomorrow, and I wish it were sooner, except for the part were nothing in the nursery is ready…