There’s still a part of me that’s slightly terrified taking two boys out by myself, anywhere. Z is always a delight on his own. His little road runner brother is just about manageable on his own, but put the two together and it’s like taking out my very own, very active, hurricane.
Knowing this, we’ve managed to successfully go out for a solo for noodles and the toddler only tried to leg it about 3 times. He’s reached the age now where he’s too big to trap into a high chair so we have to risk him sitting in a “proper chair”. We did manage to entertain him with several pairs of chopsticks, as well as some new squishies that we bought (who knew these are all the current rage!). I’ve realised it’s starting to get a tiny bit easier. We probably won’t always be this lucky, but it does give us hope for some calmer trips outside.
One excellent way to keep both our boys behaving well is to take them to the dentist. I remember being terrified of mine. For some bizarre reason, our boys think it’s some kind of treat to have their regular dental check up. Z now understands he needs to open wide to have all his teeth checked and has a tiny amount of nerves in case he gets told off for eating too many sweets. The toddler, on the other hand, will talk non stop, even with all the dentists paraphernalia in his mouth. He is told to shhh every few seconds but he’s so desperate the dentist up with all his tales that the check ups are usually done at lightning speed. At least it went well!