If you have children there are probably an infinite number of things you love about them…there are probably a few things you don’t much like too! But this post isn’t about the negatives…no this is a series where I shamelessly self-indulgently note down all my son’s lovely quirks. The first two posts can be found here and here.
I want to remember all these little things so much, I want to remember the way they made me laugh or the way they made feel fizzy inside or the wonder I found in his burgeoning imagination. I feel that I’ve missed loads from this list…he is developing at a rate of knots, not sure I can keep up anymore.
So my little two and a half year old, there are at least 18 Million things I love about you and they include:
The way you’ve taken to saying to me ‘I like you SO much’ and often ‘I love you SO much’ after two and a half years of never verbally expressing any affection to me!
Your thumbs up style – index finger high in the air, thumb nowhere in sight
Your adoration for ‘naked running’
The fact that the best sort of naked running is to do it with your beloved shoes on
The way you’ll ask (anyone) ‘you want to join me, to naked run together?’ – why would any sensible person NOT want to do naked running?
The way you can spend hours handing buttons to me and saying ‘thank you very much, pleasure doing business with you’ after each one
Your obsession with old episodes of Fireman Sam; the song, Jupiter, ‘great fires of London!’, the banister, the fireman’s pole.
The way almost anything in your mind could be a fireman’s pole and is worthy of a go at sliding down
Your detailed wish to have your own fireman’s pole that involves going to a shop to buy a magic wand then magicking a pole with said wand
The way you ask ‘can I come in?’ when you want a cuddle
How much you LOVE watching skateboarders and your admonishment of ‘silly skateboarders’ when they fall off
Your insistence that what you could hear in my tummy (when you were resting your head on it) was not in fact digestion, but the baby drilling. With a drill
Your newfound love of the words: actually, similar, yesterday, instead…and your accomplished peppering of sentences with them
Your persuasive ‘I’ve got a good idea’ pre-idea delivery and your conclusive ‘how about that!?’ after it
Your excitement and, again obsession, with jumping now you’ve just mastered it
This conversation about a friend’s daughter:
You: Emma is a baby
Me: yes but Emma won’t be a baby for much longer because babies turn into…
The way you want to do everything ‘on my own’ and if you can’t, you decide you can do it ‘when I’m bigger and bigger’ or ‘when I’m a trained fireman’
The way you ask ‘who are we missing?’ if there’s an empty chair round a lunch table
Your musical talents with the ‘corder’ and the ‘pliano’ and the way you look intently at the music on the music stand when you’re ‘playing’ either instrument
Your love – real squidgy love – for your trusty, but I fear soon to be replaced, shoes.
I’ve decided to go with the blogging flow and enter into the BiBs and MAD blog awards. It’s a lovely opportunity for people to show pride in their own blogs and admiration for others they like. You can read my arguments for and against nominating my blog here.