Top shot: family fun.
Memories are made of this.
Our little man is really beginning to express himself. He will thump his hands excitedly on the table when music comes on, and the wild arm waving and bouncing in his seat that goes on when something he likes eating is offered is so comical (and more than a little messy, as fistfuls of rice or flaked salmon or tiny cooked broccoli florets go flying in all directions!). He is also making a whole range of basic sounds now, getting ready for words. Inevitably, ‘dadadadadada’ is the one which has most delighted his daddy!
Laugh out loud.
Since she was a tiny tot our girly has been massively into fruit. She can be quite fussy about other foods, but I don’t actually think there is a single fruit she does not like.
The other day I’d chopped a red dragon fruit in half, ready to start prepping it for snacks, but was interrupted by someone at the door before I could finish the job. I was only a couple of minutes, but my little fruit thief had spied an opportunity and just couldn’t resist. She picked up the half of fruit, brought it up to her face and gnawed at it with relish, getting more and more covered in juice as she ate. I know this is how it happened, because when I returned she stood, fruit in hand, with a bright red, almost face-painted clown smile on her, exactly matching the indent she had made in the soft fruit. It was just too funny to be cross with her. I should know better by now than to leave fruit temptation in her way!
“Life is like a piano. What you get out of it depends on how you play it.”
Music makes me happy.
Miss Polly had a dolly – nursery rhyme. Our girly got a new dolly (baby Lauren) this week, and has been carrying her at all times, feeding her, cuddling her, rocking her, reading stories to her, and making her better when she is poorly. Obviously all accompanied by much singing of Miss Polly had a dolly. I love how caring our little girl is – she is such a kind soul.
Listening to our girly making up a story for her grandad while she was chatting to him on FaceTime the other night. She is such a story teller. It went something like this:
There was a manta ray who was eating jellyfish and crabs. But then the manta ray became very cross and started eating the curtains and television in our house. Luckily daddy was there, so he jumped in the water and went scuba diving. He chased away the manta ray and we all lived happily ever after.
It blows me away that my two and a half year old is telling us stories like that, with such diverse vocabulary and complex story lines. She is so much fun to be with at the moment. Don’t get me wrong, she is a toddler, so naturally she is demanding, and awkward, and a little monkey at times. But she is also one of the sweetest, funniest, most engaging people, and I love having real actual conversations with her now.