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On Being Boring

I moved from London to Brussels with my husband nearly 10 years ago. When I told people we were moving, the news was greeted with bemusement: why did we want to move to a city that was possibly the most boring place on earth? Ten years later and I can honestly say that I've had more fun here than I ever did living in London. It might not be the most exciting city in the world but it is a fantastic place to live. It is full of hidden treasures that you probably never get to see as a tourist: wonderful shops, amazing food, great museums and galleries, beautiful architecture, a forest (yes, a whole forest), and so much more... And if that doesn't convince you, well, get on a train and you could be in Paris, Amsterdam, Cologne or, yes, London in no more than a couple of hours... Which other city can you say that about?

He drives me nuts.

See that red line on his forehead? That’s from head-butting the floor so hard that the gap between the floorboards actually pinched his skin. And he did it deliberately. He is a smiley, happy, lovely boy. He is an excellent cuddler. He is patient and understanding. He is sweet and sensitive: he hates to see anyone upset. He shares readily and generously (most of the time). But when he is angry… Oh boy! First thing you’ll know is that he has collapsed onto the floor. When he was tiny, that would result in his head bouncing off the ground quite by accident. But as he’s got older, he’s learnt to do this very deliberately indeed. He will collapse then lift his noggin up and intentionally bring is smacking down. And I get treated, once again, to the horrible dull thud of soft skull against hard floor. He’s recently added to this most ludicrous of displays too. His new trick, instead of immediate collapse, is to run head-first into a door or wall (*wham*) and then to bounce backwards as if he’d been punched so that he can land in a pile on the floor with *whack* cranium-crash number two. It really does drive me nuts. We’ve tried ignoring him in the hope that he was doing it to get attention. But it is VERY HARD not to show some concern when you hear your two year old’s brain taking a beating. I’m regularly amazed he doesn’t give himself serious concussion. So what to do? Doing it doesn’t get him his way. And we really do try not to be impressed. What else can we do to make him stop before he does do himself some permanent damage? Any ideas?

24 June 2013 - 8:20 AM WSM - Playgroup ... he'll learn some new tricks or pass on his old ones to others ...!

30 June 2013 - 5:50 PM Amélie - No idea :/ I hope Charlie will learn to speak and tell about his anger in other ways ... and that he won't really hurt himself in the mean time!

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