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...And the joke is on Mummy...

So, I got that gate, and set it up in front of the boys´bedroom door, and all was right with the world - until this morning...

Guess who can open the gate!

He still can't open the kitchen gate, which is exactly the same as the bedroom gate, but it seems the bedroom gate is a touch more sensitive, and bouncy boy has figured out that if he bounces on the peddle he can open the gate... Luckily, bouncing on the peddle also makes a considerable amount of noise, so there is still no sneaking into the room, and I think if I adjust the gate a little bit it might actually be harder to open - will test that theory later...

Luey Blue is home again today. He'd finished his course of ABs, but not started the repeat, and then he decided that seeing as he could see sun, it would be fine for him to run around the school yard in nothing but a short sleeved polo shirt... So, this morning he was hacking up a lung and has spent most of the day in bed...

Some fun news now... Had my midwife appointment this morning and my fundus is measuring 30-32cm - I'm 33 weeks, so for the first time EVER I'm not measuring 3+cms MORE than I'm gestating!!! I'm still holding onto my dream of an 8lb 3oz baby, hahaha! There is always the chance that bubs might have a growth spurt in the next few weeks, but if not, then I might actually have an "average" sized baby for once! I don't expect that will hurt any less, just that size 000 might fit for more than one month - maybe!!!

Comments

Kebeni said…
could you put a duplo or similar under the pedal on the gate so it won't push down but also so he won't be able to see what is stopping it? Then you only need kick it out or step over gate?
Sif said…
Yes! That´s a great idea, at least when the boys are at school - which is mostly for when the gate is needed anyway! Thanks for that :)...

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