First fall
After supper tonight the boys both disappeared upstairs without any prompting from myself at all. I simply started washing the dishes and realised all was quiet downstairs. There was the odd noise as the buttons on various toys were depressed. It's quite comforting to know the boys are getting on so well.
A little while later I heard Iain moaning so went to investigate. I found Iain tugging away at Ewen who was standing on a potty stool looking out the window, like in the photo above the calendar. After some discussion with Ewen about being an example to Iain, Ewen climbed off the stool and returned it to the bathroom. Iain almost went balistic and picked it up only to bring it back to the window. After he had struggled with the stool a little while, I placed it upright away from the steps so he could stand on it. He was pleased that he could look at the window and yell, "bye, bye!" Or, a close rendition of that.
While he was calling out the open window I began to prepare the bath. Meanwhile, Iain had climbed off the stool and had pulled one the nappy bucket's away from the window. I ordered Iain to stop playing with it, and return it. The question was, "Where was the lid?" I searched both our rooms, and the bathroom so looked downstairs. Having not found it, I returned upstairs to find Iain again standing on one of the stools, and Ewen having collected the second and standing on that one.
A wild thought! Was the lid outside? I looked out the window and there below on the grass was the bucket lid. I asked Ewen if he had put it there, and his response, "Why is it down there, Daddy?" That led me to believe Iain had posted it out the window. I collected it, and placed it back on the bucket.
I returned downstairs quickly to start recording Doctor Who! There were a couple of crash sounds and then loud wailing as Iain came down the stairs head first. I leapt to pick him up and cuddle him!! Poor little munchkin. He cried for the better part of three minutes. Then sat on the step next to Ewen, and smiled. Chuffed, really, that he was next to his brother.
After his fall, I noticed a stool was downstairs, along with the lid to the bucket. I can only assume he had taken the lid off and was trying to climb on the stool to throw it out the window. As I say, this is an assumption. Nevertheless, he was subsequently happy enough to fight against having his bottom cleaned, and to spash about in the bath as if nothing significant had transpired.
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