Happy New Year!
Welcome back to my blog and my first post of 2016.
A couple of months ago I wrote a post to remind myself of some of the beautiful, silly, toddlery quirks my son exhibits. You can find that post here.
I promised myself that I would continue to record these moments so that I could enjoy thinking of them and looking back at them. After a fairly intense festive period with all the ups and downs in toddler (and parental) emotions that Christmas can bring now seems like an opportune moment for me to focus on just the good stuff.
So, my sunny-tempered little two and a bit year old…there are at least 18 Million Things I am really quite fond of about you and they include:
The way you’ve started to call me Mama more than Mummy. But still frequently ‘Lucy’
The way you say ‘no please thank you’
That when I come back from being out you put your arms around my neck in a cuddle and say ‘good to see you’ and ‘what’s the story in Balamory?’
The way you call snowflakes ‘snowflowers’
How much you love Peter Pan ‘because he sings and flies past Big Ben’
How much you love Big Ben and your suprisingly accurate impression of the ding dongs
That when we visited family who own a lot of clocks you sat in front of their grandfather clock for an entire six minutes without moving or talking waiting for it to ding
That Lucy & Tom’s Christmas was your reference book for festivities
That you ask every time we get in the car for the ‘funny song’ and you sing along merrily to the completely age-inappropriate Dangerous Love by FUSE ODG ft Sean Paul thinking it is a song about Combine Harvesters and clocks
That when we leave people’s house you say ‘thank you for…’ then list everything we have done there
Your new-found enthusiasm for Andy’s Dinosaur Adventures, particularly the rather catchy theme song ‘1, 2, 3, 4…!’
The way you’ve assumed the role of tumble dryer monitor and you get quite angsty if anyone tries to put it on without your supervision
That someone can be SO excited about slippers
They way you get utterly absorbed for hours playing with pennies or buttons or rudder beans (dried chick peas)
That, after two years of gently encouraging you to adopt a cuddly toy ‘transition object’, you’ve adopted ALL the soft toys you own; they are all called ‘Mr’ something and every bedtime we need to build a ‘forest’ with them around your pillow leaving you just enough space to squeeze inbetween
That one of your ‘forest friends’ is a dog I was friends with when I was younger. You’ve called him Mr Mummy and fixated on the fact I put him down the toilet. Once.
The fact you call your splashsuit your smashsuit – sounds so much more exciting
The way I feel the world has stopped for a moment and been flooded with complete happiness when you make Daddy and me dance with you around the kitchen to Shining Light by Annie Lennox.