The Twentieth Month: June
9th
As adorable and independent as ever.
You like to try and put your t-shirts and sleep suits on and mainly eat by yourself, with a spoon or hands. Such an enthusiastic eater! Not as keen on the broccoli and peas / beans as you once were but you love scrambled egg, fish, chicken, strips of red and yellow pepper, all fruits, especially grapes, muesli and porridge. 'Muesli-li-li' is what you pine for in the morning. You also love to drink out of mama's glass. 'Mama water, papa juice'. You often say 'mama bowl, baba bowl' pointing to our plates / bowls when we eat.
Your words and phrases continue apace, very good on nursery rhyme fragments: 'Diddle cat fiddle', 'incey, wincey, pider, pout', 'roly-poly, up, up, up', reciting them to yourself in the pushchair, previously also 'pop weasel'. And long words: lawn mower, vacuum cleaner, and watering can. Lawn mower is of great fascination 'Papa brmm brm garden', 'Papa cutting garden', for weeks after the event! Then you watched Grandpa do it. Even more thrills and excitement. You love to help me in the garden – digging with a little spade, following me around. The best days are those when we do all these things together, like putting the washing in the machine, playing with the pegs, you helping me re-pot geraniums. We've had a whole week of hot sunshine and we've eaten outside on the bench most days.
Sometimes everything's come together and we have these wonderful days, the other night I gave you a shower and put you to bed, and you fell asleep holding my hand. We'd had such a perfect day. But life has been challenging recently. You often cry the minute you don't get what you want and are desperately impatient for breakfast in the morning (and sometimes for food at other times). There is a familiar whinge 'toast toast toast' or 'mues-sel-le-li' in whining voice, and me becoming agitated trying to placate you, 'it's coming, mummy's cooking the toast' etc, and then sometimes I lose it and shout at you, then feel terrible. Only because I find the constant crying hard to take, which doesn't excuse it, and I usually feel I've failed, and wish I could be more patient. I say sorry, but feel it's a cop out. Then I hear you saying 'sorry, sorry'. It's all a mistake because I have seen you copy my behaviour, like today I threw one of y our little pans across the garden, and then you started doing the same, in a bit of an aggressive manner.
We have been a bit tortured lately, with you waking consistently at 5.30am for a month or so. I have been quite grumpy myself in the morning, especially when Papa brings you into the bed and you start crawling all over us, throwing books on the floor, and today, knocking the light off the table. Another morning that begins with me shouting … then saying shut up (regretfully) to your whingeing – which backfired because you said it to me fiercely about 6 times immediately afterwards. I hope I don't do that again.
I just have to keep remembering what a lovely boy you are, and extend my patience a bit more.
Thursday we were in the cemetery with Sophie. It was filled with long grass, poppies and buttercups – gorgeous. You and Samuel romped about like the two little mates you are. Then when we set off to walk home you said to Samuel 'hold hand' and took him by the hand and walked for ages. It was priceless!
Mornings, you often wake crying and your Papa comes to get you almost straight away. Since a few weeks ago we have moved your cot from our bedroom to your little room (although you have been sleeping alone in our bedroom for the last few months). I would share half the night in the bed with you until I stopped night feeding (end of Feb), and half the night would be in the spare room, where Papa moved to when you were about 8 months. The other morning you woke and said 'Papa', not a cry at all! I remember when you were 5/6 months old and slept in the bed with me, you would wake smiling sometimes, and I would be so happy to have you next to me.
27th
We had Sandra staying this weekend, with baby Lewis, 5 months. You were so lovely with him. You called him baby Lewis, and repeated after me: ‘ baby Lewis sleeping’, as he did, very often, or 'baby Lewis crying'. You really interacted with him, climbing up on the bed to see him, and play peepo. But you loved to put the peepo cloth on his head, which we had to watch. You showed him toys and laughed with him. You threw some toys out of the cat flap, as you often do, and we asked you to show them to Lewis. He was sitting back in his pushchair, and you took his hand and wanted to take him outside, not realising he couldn't walk himself. Sandra said how delightful you are, after talking and playing with you. We went to the zoo together, and saw the gorilla, seals and penguins being fed. You were scared of the new mother seal that barked loudly at her 19-day-old pup, you held onto my leg!
We also went camping in Llangattock (Crickhowell). You threw sticks in the stream, and enjoyed playing on your red wooden trike. Papa was doing a paragliding competition. We met a little boy called Jean Luc (3) whom you played with, and listened to a deafeningly loud band. Then you went to sleep at 10.30, in your little sleeping bag, lying on your belly on your sheepskin. Every few seconds (as you were trying to get to sleep, with me holding your hand) you'd sit up and say 'Jean Luc', 'drums', then put your head down, falling asleep in a few minutes.
28th
Yesterday (27th June) we went to Amy Farmer's 3rd birthday in Stroud. I forgot the camera so will have to remember you playing together, sitting on a wooden rocking horse in the Steiner parent and toddler group at the Lindens. Amy at the front and you smiling at the back in your red and white striped top. Amy also liked trying to feed you water from your beaker, and to give you lots of cake. You did well for cake! You also explored their huge overgrown garden, and loved driving their (large) miniature tractor. It reminded me of our visit last summer, when you were just sitting on the grass waving your arms happily in the sunshine, and us snuggling up in the hammock together for you to have a feed.
30th
What you said today, when I went to pick you up
out of your cot. (you can climb in and out of it when the side is down) : 'Train station' morning … sittin' on er lap'. You wanting me to read a story to you ('The Runaway Train'), while sitting on my lap. You are so smiley in the morning and
usually ask for Papa, who nearly always gets up before me. Having your
night time chat with Papa, you heard a machine outside, and these days you
always say"cuttin' er grass" (cutting the grass). Papa said, "cutting the
hedge", to which you replied, 'cuttin' er hedgehog" I don't think you know
what a hedge is yet. You also say, "mind er slug;" when we leave the house -
I must have said it one day after heavy rainfall".
Will you have any siblings? I don't know, but we would like some for you.
As adorable and independent as ever.
You like to try and put your t-shirts and sleep suits on and mainly eat by yourself, with a spoon or hands. Such an enthusiastic eater! Not as keen on the broccoli and peas / beans as you once were but you love scrambled egg, fish, chicken, strips of red and yellow pepper, all fruits, especially grapes, muesli and porridge. 'Muesli-li-li' is what you pine for in the morning. You also love to drink out of mama's glass. 'Mama water, papa juice'. You often say 'mama bowl, baba bowl' pointing to our plates / bowls when we eat.
Your words and phrases continue apace, very good on nursery rhyme fragments: 'Diddle cat fiddle', 'incey, wincey, pider, pout', 'roly-poly, up, up, up', reciting them to yourself in the pushchair, previously also 'pop weasel'. And long words: lawn mower, vacuum cleaner, and watering can. Lawn mower is of great fascination 'Papa brmm brm garden', 'Papa cutting garden', for weeks after the event! Then you watched Grandpa do it. Even more thrills and excitement. You love to help me in the garden – digging with a little spade, following me around. The best days are those when we do all these things together, like putting the washing in the machine, playing with the pegs, you helping me re-pot geraniums. We've had a whole week of hot sunshine and we've eaten outside on the bench most days.
Sometimes everything's come together and we have these wonderful days, the other night I gave you a shower and put you to bed, and you fell asleep holding my hand. We'd had such a perfect day. But life has been challenging recently. You often cry the minute you don't get what you want and are desperately impatient for breakfast in the morning (and sometimes for food at other times). There is a familiar whinge 'toast toast toast' or 'mues-sel-le-li' in whining voice, and me becoming agitated trying to placate you, 'it's coming, mummy's cooking the toast' etc, and then sometimes I lose it and shout at you, then feel terrible. Only because I find the constant crying hard to take, which doesn't excuse it, and I usually feel I've failed, and wish I could be more patient. I say sorry, but feel it's a cop out. Then I hear you saying 'sorry, sorry'. It's all a mistake because I have seen you copy my behaviour, like today I threw one of y our little pans across the garden, and then you started doing the same, in a bit of an aggressive manner.
We have been a bit tortured lately, with you waking consistently at 5.30am for a month or so. I have been quite grumpy myself in the morning, especially when Papa brings you into the bed and you start crawling all over us, throwing books on the floor, and today, knocking the light off the table. Another morning that begins with me shouting … then saying shut up (regretfully) to your whingeing – which backfired because you said it to me fiercely about 6 times immediately afterwards. I hope I don't do that again.
I just have to keep remembering what a lovely boy you are, and extend my patience a bit more.
Thursday we were in the cemetery with Sophie. It was filled with long grass, poppies and buttercups – gorgeous. You and Samuel romped about like the two little mates you are. Then when we set off to walk home you said to Samuel 'hold hand' and took him by the hand and walked for ages. It was priceless!
Mornings, you often wake crying and your Papa comes to get you almost straight away. Since a few weeks ago we have moved your cot from our bedroom to your little room (although you have been sleeping alone in our bedroom for the last few months). I would share half the night in the bed with you until I stopped night feeding (end of Feb), and half the night would be in the spare room, where Papa moved to when you were about 8 months. The other morning you woke and said 'Papa', not a cry at all! I remember when you were 5/6 months old and slept in the bed with me, you would wake smiling sometimes, and I would be so happy to have you next to me.
27th
We had Sandra staying this weekend, with baby Lewis, 5 months. You were so lovely with him. You called him baby Lewis, and repeated after me: ‘ baby Lewis sleeping’, as he did, very often, or 'baby Lewis crying'. You really interacted with him, climbing up on the bed to see him, and play peepo. But you loved to put the peepo cloth on his head, which we had to watch. You showed him toys and laughed with him. You threw some toys out of the cat flap, as you often do, and we asked you to show them to Lewis. He was sitting back in his pushchair, and you took his hand and wanted to take him outside, not realising he couldn't walk himself. Sandra said how delightful you are, after talking and playing with you. We went to the zoo together, and saw the gorilla, seals and penguins being fed. You were scared of the new mother seal that barked loudly at her 19-day-old pup, you held onto my leg!
We also went camping in Llangattock (Crickhowell). You threw sticks in the stream, and enjoyed playing on your red wooden trike. Papa was doing a paragliding competition. We met a little boy called Jean Luc (3) whom you played with, and listened to a deafeningly loud band. Then you went to sleep at 10.30, in your little sleeping bag, lying on your belly on your sheepskin. Every few seconds (as you were trying to get to sleep, with me holding your hand) you'd sit up and say 'Jean Luc', 'drums', then put your head down, falling asleep in a few minutes.
28th
Yesterday (27th June) we went to Amy Farmer's 3rd birthday in Stroud. I forgot the camera so will have to remember you playing together, sitting on a wooden rocking horse in the Steiner parent and toddler group at the Lindens. Amy at the front and you smiling at the back in your red and white striped top. Amy also liked trying to feed you water from your beaker, and to give you lots of cake. You did well for cake! You also explored their huge overgrown garden, and loved driving their (large) miniature tractor. It reminded me of our visit last summer, when you were just sitting on the grass waving your arms happily in the sunshine, and us snuggling up in the hammock together for you to have a feed.
30th
What you said today, when I went to pick you up
out of your cot. (you can climb in and out of it when the side is down) : 'Train station' morning … sittin' on er lap'. You wanting me to read a story to you ('The Runaway Train'), while sitting on my lap. You are so smiley in the morning and
usually ask for Papa, who nearly always gets up before me. Having your
night time chat with Papa, you heard a machine outside, and these days you
always say"cuttin' er grass" (cutting the grass). Papa said, "cutting the
hedge", to which you replied, 'cuttin' er hedgehog" I don't think you know
what a hedge is yet. You also say, "mind er slug;" when we leave the house -
I must have said it one day after heavy rainfall".
Will you have any siblings? I don't know, but we would like some for you.
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