Merry go round moments – week 33.

Family fun: top shot.

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The delight on his face says it all. The little man is now properly crawling (and trying to pull himself up, and open drawers, and get into cupboards, and all those things that come when that previously immobile bundle starts to move!). He is delighted with himself and his newfound ability to explore.

 

Memories are made of this.

I love the hugs and kisses I get from both my kids these days.  Both very different, but so full of love.  The little man sees me in the morning and his legs and arms pump so furiously as he lies waiting in his cot for me to pick him up.  Then he buries his face in my neck once he’s in my arms and pats me on the back as he cuddles in.  So precious.  It floods me with love, every time he does it.

And our girly blows me kisses from her pre-bed shower, saying ‘night night, sleep tight, mummy’ when I go in to say goodnight.  Her daddy gets her ready for bed, whilst I get her little brother down for the night.  She seems just so grown up at times now.  It is hard to believe that she is not even three yet.  I love her with everything I have.

 

Laugh out loud.

My husband walked into the kitchen one morning this week.  He was coolly appraised by our girly and then challenged with ‘why are you wearing that shirt daddy?’  He answered ‘because I needed a shirt for work and I fancied wearing this one today’, and she replied with ‘well, I think you need to go and put a different one on.’  Oh my.  Of course, flabbergasted though he was, he went and changed it.  There is just no getting around it, children are brutally honest, and she did not like what she saw! There is definitely a new boss in town! I nearly fell off my chair laughing.

 

Quick quote.

“Being honest may not get you a lot of friends but it’ll always get you the right ones.”

John Lennon

Music makes me happy.

Ben Folds Five – Battle of who could care less. Prepping our car for sale, with a super-duper interior clean, hand wash, and polish, whilst listening to Ben Folds Five on the car stereo.  It had me reminiscing about happy university days with one of my best friends in the world, Chris, as we sat listening to Ben Folds Five, putting the world to rights, and making plans for the future. I cannot wait to see her again in England this summer. Plus her beautiful daughter and our little man are very close in age so it will be so lovely to be able to see how they have grown and changed since we last saw them together in December.

 

Good times.

Date night with the mister.  Nothing big or fancy, but time out from the house – together – just us!  It has been months since we managed a date night, so it  really was lovely to have some space and couple time.

 

Merry go round moments – week 32.

Family fun: top shot.

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With our girly, everything is about this book at the moment! We read it, we watch Michael Rosen perform it on youtube, she does the floor puzzle, we role play the bear and people. I love the way she gets temporary ‘book crushes’.

Memories are made of this.

First ‘mumumumum’ from the little man!  Of course, it just so happens to come during meal time…erm, every time…but hey, I’m going to say it’s ‘mummy’ and not ‘yummy’!  I feel as though it’s a mother’s prerogative to live in happy denial at such times.

 

Laugh out loud.

Our girly, plotting ways to get exactly what she wants.  She’s pretty good on the potty training front now, but she knows that she will still get a lot of praise and bonus points for telling us when she needs to go.  So she’s totally nailed the excuse for getting down from the table midway through dinner, when she’s eaten all the good bits she likes already and doesn’t want to eat the rest.  “Mummy, I just need a little little wee.  No, a poo.  No, a wee.  So I’m just going to get down and go, and then I’ll come straight back.   Okay?”  Yes, and we just saw those pigs fly too!

 

Quick quote.

I love this quote.  It could have been written for our little miss.  She is absolutely her own glorious palette of colours.

“Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.”

Khaled Hosseini

Music makes me happy.

Lynyrd Skynyrd – Free Bird.  Nap time battles seem to be a thing with our two.  Our girly was never one of those babies who slept for hours at a time, anywhere you put her.  And (sadly for me!) neither is the little man.  So, this week I was shocked when I put him down for his morning nap, and he slept for two and a half hours straight.  In the end I actually had to go and wake him, because we needed to go pick up his sister from nursery.  That has never happened before!  I had a Lynyrd Skynyrd album playing on repeat in the background the whole time.  Perhaps I should play it every time if it brings that kind of magic?!

 

Good times.

We bought a bike with stabilisers for our girly this week.  She thinks it is the best thing ever. It has a little basket on the front for her to give rides to catty and baby (they’ve had a lot already!) and a little rack on the back for her to strap her picnic bag to.  It’s so sweet watching her concentrating on making the pedals go round.  At the moment, she is still spending a lot of time spinning them in reverse and going nowhere, but when she does get it right and she actually moves forward a way, her entire face lights up with joy and pride.  It’s beautiful to watch.

 

 

 

Merry go round moments – week 31.

Family fun: top shot.

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He is loving playing ‘peekaboo’ these days. He will hide, then pull the cover off with a flourish, laughing his head off. And his sister loves joining in, making him laugh even harder.

Memories are made of this.
Little man, recognising and responding to his name. I thought it was a coincidence the first couple of times.  But it has happened enough now for me to be sure that he knows his name.  He looks so impressed with himself when he hears it and turns to look at you!

 

Laugh out loud.
Missy has been reunited with her best boy buddy, who had been away in England since December. I watched them, sat side by side, bundled up in towels after a swim, eating their snacks.  They were chattering away and swapping food. She gave him a whole breadstick, he gave her the end bite of a baby rice cake. I think she’d anticipated something a bit more generous in return for a whole breadstick; she took it with grace, although her face was a picture!

 

Quick quote.

“People who love to eat are always the best people”

Julia Childs.

I feel very strongly about empowering my children right from the start to be happy, healthy, confident individuals. I want to give them the tools to love themselves, and respect themselves. I think our cultural relationship with food and the societal pressures around body expectation and body image do so many unhealthy things to us, mentally, emotionally and physically.  Food is not the enemy. Our attitude to food, and exercise, and our bodies is.  And it starts scarily young.

So I find it increasingly annoying that people who I don’t even know, feel the right to comment on the size of my son for his age. He’s a baby, and up until fairly recently he was a pre-mobile baby. He’s a breastfed baby, now weaning onto a very healthy, very age appropriate diet. He has a good appetite, but is not greedy. He is totally in proportion, but he is big for his age. Why do total strangers feel it is acceptable to comment? Would they walk up to a 25 year old and say ‘wow, you’re on the large side! Do you eat a lot of junk food, or do you just not do enough exercise?’ Of course they wouldn’t! They might think it, but a). it’s none of their business and b).how utterly inappropriate.

Don’t get me wrong, there is banter between us and our family and friends about his size – he IS big! But I love my chunky baby boy exactly as he is. I have no worries about him at all.  He’s a bundle of happiness and sunshine, all day every day. May that never change.

 

Music makes me happy.
Humpty dumpty nursery rhyme.  Singing this to my little man while he sits on the pool side, then launches himself forward into the water when I encourage him and say ‘had a great fall’.

 

Good times.
With my friend Angelica, while she cuddled the little man, and the other kids played together.  I still can’t quite believe that my girly is old enough now to want to go off and play in a bedroom when she is with friends, rather that wanting to stay with us mums in the living room.  My baby is growing up.