Book bed – wot so funee?

I’m sure there must have been more funees this week, but with everything going on with the new house and my business seems to be booming, I’m surprised I’ve had enough time to jot down any of them at all!

For some reason, Andrew has been going on about playing with “fighting arrows” at Grandma and Pop’s house. I have no idea where this has come from. From what I’ve managed to get out of him, the “fighting arrows” are basically Robin Hood style arrows, as in bow and arrow arrows, probably because Granny bought the Disney’s Robin Hood DVD and he’s watched it a couple of times. I don’t think we played with them at Grandma and Pop’s house last time we went (which would have been Christmas, it’s a long way away), but maybe he remembers something that my adult brain doesn’t?

Every 2 weeks, there are a pair of gardeners that come and do the garden at Granny and Grandad’s house – they mow the lawn and generally tidy it up. Normally they come around lunchtime, but last week they came a bit later and the 2 of us were sitting resting in front of a DVD whilst Joel was napping. Andrew saw their van out on the drive as he went to fetch a toy from the dining room at the front. He came back in and said excitedly: “The gardeners are in the car park of the house!” I guess that’s what it is really – there are 3 cars there at the moment, which is quite a lot for one house.

Another day, we were playing out in the garden after Joel’s nap, as we do most days at the moment. There is a small wooden hut beneath the branches of the magnolia tree which used to be used by our dog as a kennel when she was alive, but now it’s used as a toy storage hut. Andrew was standing inside it, at the door, peering out across the lawn at Joel and me. He was grinning, and suddenly shouted out: “It’s alright Joel, you can come in, there’s no fire alarm!” I thought we hadn’t had many fire alarm references recently – about a year ago all the wot so funee? posts I wrote contained a fire alarm reference!

Then there was a conversation that Andrew and I had one day about the new house, which is finally looking promising for us to move in at the end of this month. It went like this…

A: When we live in our new house, I want a book bed!

Me: What’s a book bed?

A: It’s a sort of double bed with ladders, I go on top and Joel goes on the bottom.

Me: Ah brilliant, a BUNK bed I think you mean!

A: Yes that’s right, a bunk bed please [cheeky grin].

I don’t think it’d be wise to have a bunk bed just yet, but if they still want one once Joel is in a bed and not his cot, then we can think about it. Daddy says there are pros and cons to sharing a bunk bed with your brother.

Wot So Funee?

There was one in the bed (with random stuff) – wot so funee?

This is not the usual linguistic funny post from me, mainly because Andrew has started a hilarious habit which I have to share, as he finds it funny too!

It all started with some books. He’s always taken a teddy and doll to bed with him since he moved from a cot to a bed. Nothing unusual about that. But then one day about a month or so ago, I went in to their room (the boys share) to get Joel out when he’d woken up early, and Andrew was fast asleep with his books in bed with him. We keep a few books under his bed – his toddler Bible and a prayer book that we read before bed – and he had obviously at some point in the night, between us shutting their door and me going in at silly o’clock in the morning, brought them into bed with him.

This happened several more times, sometimes at night, sometimes during his nap. I would go in and find him snuggled up to some books. Then one day I found him cuddling my slippers – admittedly they do look like cuddly toys with big Winnie the Pooh heads on the front – I must have left them in his room when putting him to bed. Then things started to get a bit more ridiculous. One nap time a few weeks ago I found him in bed with the fabric and poles to a play tent that fits over the play pen. These had been stored under Joel’s cot, in a well lidded plastic box, so I was quite surprised that he’d ventured that far to find something to take in with him for nap. That evening, Tom rearranged the cupboards to put everything from under the cot up high in them.

Tent in bed

The next item he found in their room to take into bed was the buggy board! We keep the buggies in their room, so he must have got out of bed and brought it over. Why on Earth he chose to sleep with a hard and fairly heavy object with a wheel sticking up in his face is a mystery to us, but he seemed to think it was funny when he woke up.

This weekend the item of choice for sleeping with was the noodle swim float that I picked up for a bargain £1 at our local NCT nearly new sale on Saturday. I knew he was excited to have his very own to take swimming rather than relying on there always being one available at the pool, but I didn’t think it was so good that he had to cuddle it overnight. It’s now stored in the cupboard in the hallway.

And the latest thing that I found him napping with yesterday was a set of wooden penguins and a little wooden scene of the Nativity (from Bethlehem) that are on the high (or so I thought!) chest of drawers in the corner of their room. I had no idea he could reach that high, although there’s nothing on it that could do any harm.

So that’s his latest craze, and every time I go into his room, I wonder what I’ll find him in bed with. There’s nothing in their room at their level that we don’t want them to get at, it’s just funny to see what he manages to find!


Wot So Funee?