Our darling boy has had/still has various obsessions in his short life thus far - we have endured a 'thing' about doors which meant no fingers or toes were safe in the vicinity while he merrily swung doors (internal doors, external doors, gates, cupboard doors, washing machine doors - you name it, if it came with a hinge, it was sent a-swinging) back and forth. For the most part, that particular obsession seems to have run its course, with the exception of the washing machine door which still gets flung about on a regular basis. And, talking of washing machines, that was another of his obsessions; whenever it was on he would stand there for hours watching the clothes spin round, sticking his head in the door, opening and shutting the soap powder drawer; even now he loves to turn the switch to 'off' while the machine is trying to clean the copious amounts of dirt/dried food/vomit out of his clothes (and ours), he also likes to 'help' put the dirty clothes in and get the clean clothes out. Bless.
There are two current, on-going obsessions; one is with phones in all shapes and sizes - mobile phones, cordless phones, old-fashioned phones, toy phones; the other is with cameras.
Firstly, let's talk about phones or, as DC would have it, 'daddies'. Yes, that's right, a phone in this house is called a 'daddy'. Confusing, non? Let me explain. When DC was even younger than he is now (and he's not yet two, so that's quite young) and Daddy used to phone us, I would always point to the phone and say 'It's Daddy' while I was talking. Poor little sausage. I obviously didn't make things clear that the dismembered voice on the other end of the contraption was 'Daddy' while the contraption itself was a 'phone.' We're getting there slowly and now phones are sometimes called 'tone' and sometimes still called 'daddy.' Luckily for Daddy, he is always called 'Daddy' and not 'tone'. The obsession with phones also means we can't walk past a phone box without him having to go in and play; he got a bit upset the other day when somebody actually wanted to use the phone box he was playing in - I literally had to drag him out and then he lay on the pavement sulking for ages and I had to pretend he wasn't mine.
Now, on to the camera or, as DC would have it the 'cheese.' Ah yes, a camera is called a 'cheese.' Again, my fault because every time I point a camera in his direction I say 'Say cheese.' And he does. And holds out his hands for the 'cheese' to be handed over so he can play with it. And, therein lies the explanation behind the title for this posting because, while playing with the phone, DC has also worked out how to press the 'taking photos' button. And here, for your viewing pleasure, is a selection of photos of the world as seen through the eyes of a small boy and his cheese:
This one is entitled 'ear and microwave at home'
Here we have 'ear and back door'This is 'swirly wall, Abbotsbury'Here we have 'phone box, Bridport'And here is 'wall, tree, berries, ear'Here is 'pavement, location unknown'And finally 'bib on floor of hotel room, West Bay'. Nice play of light on floor, don't you think?