As June ends our unseasonably hot Scottish summer is still showing few signs of abating. The air conditioning in our office is completely knackered (that's the technical term) so I'm sweating like a fat lad on a treadmill.
The evenings offer a little more bliss however, and contrarily to the early months of 2010 I actively look forward to my evening dog walk in the evening sun. As does Yoda, although I'm a little less enamoured in her recent habit of rolling in dog excrement on each walk. "Nooooo....." comes my cry each time, and every time the startled dog will jump quickly up, coated in chocolate-esque goodness (!) with that innocent look of inquisitiveness and confusion across her foul smelling face.
One problem such a summer brings, however, is the increase in daylight hours. This seems to affect Luca somewhat, and his waking times appear to become earlier with each passing morning. "Go back to bed Luca" Carole muttered on Monday morning around 5am as the sound of those little feet padded into our bedroom "You can read a book in bed if you like". "Awright" came the reply, followed by the sound of 3 inch long feet tapping their way back to his bedroom.
He then proceeded to read his books aloud until we eventually relented.
I missed him on Monday evening, as month end at work brought with it a predictably late finish. I returned home sometime beffore 8pm to be greeted with a quiet ambience, football on the TV and my dinner being freshly prepared. Lovely. The only disappointment being - despite my appreciation of the quiet time - having not seen Luca before being put down to bed.
So, sneakily, I crept upstairs to give him a kiss and cuddle as he slept. There was, of course, a fly in the ointment, and as soon as I opened his bedroom door those familiar mini milky teeth flashed in the darkness. "Hallo Daddy!" came the call from a surprisingly still awake toddler. "Ssshhh, go to sleep" I whispered as I crept over and kissed his forehead before retreating for the door. The smile faded. "I want you with me Daddy", cue sad eyes and a tilt of the head.
Yes, I read him a quick story. Yes, he manipulated me. I'll be 35 on Monday. He's 3.
Liz arrives to stay on Friday, and already Luca has his dates confused. "Is Grandma picking me up from nursery today?" he enquired this morning. "I'm afraid not Luca, I'll pick you up" I replied, "Grandma doesn't arrive until Friday". "She's coming on the train?" he quizzed further. I nodded my affirmation. "Ah, that's good" he smiled, and paused before looking up once more "So it's Granda Ian picking me up tonight?"
Much like his Dad, he's very easily confused.
**Useless fact of the day - Donald Duck comics were banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants**
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