A 4 year old’s breakfast…

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When a child grows up it’s often really easy to miss just how suddenly things can change. Sawyer reached the grand old age of 4 last week 😯 and a few things have started to become apparent. For starters, a large section of his wardrobe now no longer fits him anymore. It appears as though our little Sawyer has been stretched in the night as trousers now look painfully short. Our stretched Sawyer is now more than capable of operating the TV & DVD remotes, which makes our early mornings a lot less demanding (and yes I am well aware that I have many online friends who are currently struggling with the sleepless nights & early mornings… Sorry πŸ˜‰ ). Unfortunately, Sawyer’s new found independence isn’t all plain sailing, as this weekend highlighted…

During the weekend a 4 year old Sawyer will happily climb out of bed & take himself downstairs, while his mummy & daddy will grab a wee lie-in. When downstairs Sawyer will pop a DVD on, climb onto the sofa and relax. And if his mummy & daddy are still in bed he will simply grab a banana from the kitchen & munch away. One breakfast has never been enough for Sawyer!!! This weekend however, the help-yourself breakfast went a step further; his pre-breakfast banana clearly wasn’t enough. Sawyer knew precisely what he wanted & knew exactly how to get it. His small wooden toy-box was dragged into the kitchen, along with a huge sofa cushion. The toy-box was then used to climb onto the kitchen-worktop. Once on the worktop Sawyer then had access to the illusive ‘crisp cupboard’, the Holy Grail or Golden Fleece for any intrepid 4 year old. Once the crisps had been selected the large cushion was then used as a safety-net to jump down onto. A fantastically ingenious plan for a 4 year old, but sadly flawed…

On Saturday & Sunday morning we have been woken by cries from our kitchen from a clearly grumpy Sawyer. On both mornings we’ve found him perched on the edge of our kitchen worktop. Our hungry little explorer too scared to jump down onto the cushion. And to make matters worse, our little boy is still unable to actually open the crisps that he can ingeniously steel πŸ™

We’ve recently started to get Sawyer to help with the cooking, which in light of what I’ve just written about is a very scary prospect indeed 😯