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Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures.


Here are my three favourite people in a familiar situation to anyone with a toddler. Grouped together is mother, father (behind the lens) and baby, with toddler straying well behind to inspect various bits of gravel, rocks, grasshoppers, chip packets, empty cans, cigarette butts, bloodied syringes and broken glass.

Eventually he catches up, but only after a multitude of threats and at least one [slow] count to five. Toddlerism is a kind of dementia, as is the state that one lapses into while being a parent to a toddler. We love him nonetheless.
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Dina said…
So well said, so nice captured, and so true.
15 April 2009 at 19:47
Sue said…
This photo brings back so many beautiful memories...t'is the same view I experienced of my boys on many, many occasions. I remember how frustrating it could be at times, especially when I was in a hurry to get someplace...but seeing this pic... I envy you for still experiencing it.

My boys are now the ones to hurry me up when we are out and they often grab my hand in traffic as they fear I will walk in front of a car!!! My, how times have changed.
15 April 2009 at 19:53
yamini said…
Very interesting observation, as always.
Ez's cap is cute!!! just like him.

i liked the word "toddlerism" especially.
15 April 2009 at 20:02
Priyanka Khot said…
I love him too :)

P.s: Is Sue your mom? I have a feeling that she is...
15 April 2009 at 20:19
Roddy said…
What a pity you didn't make the picture, as then I would have had my four special people.
Did you let Henry keep the syringes?; as you never know when you may need one. To use as a water pistol, of course.
15 April 2009 at 20:45
carola said…
Congratiulatins! For your anniversary and for your blog. It's hard for me to follow, because we are now travelling in Pakistan (power cuts, SLOW internet). But it's my favorite blog. And I like your toddlerism. Our youngest son is 21 month and he's getting in that phase.
Great picture!

www.nomadenaufzeit.de
15 April 2009 at 21:27
Cebu Pictures said…
Blessed are curious for they will learn by doing.

Would you care for exchange link with my blog http://cebuimage.blogspot.com.
15 April 2009 at 21:52
KL said…
Don't you wish we all were toddlers. They behave that way because they have immense curiosity and a thirst for knowledge and wants to know everything and ask all sorts of whys and hows. Only if the adults also maintained the same curiosity and thirst for knowledge.....
15 April 2009 at 21:56
Stefan Jansson said…
Ah, that brings back memories. Out and about looking for bloodied syringes!
16 April 2009 at 00:47
EG CameraGirl said…
Ha! And you have the photo here to prove to him when he complains about his toddler that he was just the same. Sweet revenge. ;-)
16 April 2009 at 03:07
april said…
They don't seem to like the abundant building.
16 April 2009 at 03:41
G. B. Miller said…
I've seen toddlerism rear its ugly head with adults.

In any event, he looks he's ready to do some tumbling.
16 April 2009 at 07:55
Mo said…
Fun yeah never let it stop
16 April 2009 at 07:56
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, it takes a long time to do the simplest of things lately. Henry’s other thing is to point at every item in the supermarket and ask “what’s that Daddy? What’s that Mummy? What’s that Daddy? What’s that Mummy? What’s that Daddy? What’s that Mummy?” on and on and on and on.
16 April 2009 at 08:05
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Henry used to wear the hat before him too.
16 April 2009 at 08:06
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, Sue is my beloved Aunt. Sometime commentator “Franny” is my beloved mother and the commentator after you “Roddy” is my meddlesome father.
16 April 2009 at 08:06
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I need to embrace the timer to achieve that.
16 April 2009 at 08:06
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, touring Pakistan with a 21 month old? You are far braver than I!
16 April 2009 at 08:06
Kris McCracken said…
Cebu, I will add you today! Good to see you.
16 April 2009 at 08:06
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I just wish his thirst for pooing on the toilet consistently would kick in...
16 April 2009 at 08:06
Kris McCracken said…
Steffe, they truly are the glory days.
16 April 2009 at 08:06
Kris McCracken said…
Your EG Tour Guide, I have videos too...
16 April 2009 at 08:07
Kris McCracken said…
April, we’d been touring the docks looking at boats, so the building was probably a bit dull.
16 April 2009 at 08:07
Kris McCracken said…
G, toddlerism is a cruel and unpredictable beast. Henry is quite good at tumbling.
16 April 2009 at 08:07
Kris McCracken said…
Mo, although it can be nice when they are tucked up in bed and quiet too...
16 April 2009 at 08:07
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