Hurricane Sean

Last Tuesday, when Sam and I came home at 10.30pm after BJJ, the living room looked as if a hurricane has run amok inside. Hurricane Sean!

The PIL had a guest and they must have been engrossed in their conversation that they left Sean to his own devices. He overturned his ball pit and strewn all 200 balls and his toys all over the floor. All the dining room chairs, excepts the ones being sat on, were toppled. Even his armchair was toppled! (I still don't know how a 17 month old baby toppled an arm chair by himself * roll eyes*) And of course, he was watching the TV all the way in front, as close possible to the screen. He also had poop in his diaper and from the smell and texture, it looked like he had pooped some time ago. When mummy isn't home, all hell broke loose! ....shake head...

So Sean has found a new game....Toppling big objects.

The next few days, Sean would topple chairs whenever he could. I, of course, stopped him, especially since his feet almost got squashed several times. Yikes! My FIL though said to let him do it since he enjoys it, never seeing it as an accident waiting to happen! I know that it's grandparents privilege to spoil their grandchildren, but I wish they would at least not be so easy going about letting Sean do anything he wants to do.

I have had to chase him round the dining table, stopping him from toppling the rather heavy wooden chairs and admonishing him. It has taken days to undo the damage of one night of no rules. I have had to re-established the TV rule too. Sometimes I spend half and hour switching the TV on and off before he'll sit long enough to watch a show. Sean isn't that naughty, but he is a curious and adventurous toddler who needs to have boundaries set around him.