We came home from a week in Turkey last night and right now I am dreading all the washing that’s waiting for me. You had an awesome time on holiday and something occurred to me yesterday that your Daddy agreed with; It’s as if you were the one on holiday and we were tagging along!
Before you came along, when we were on holiday, people would ask where we were from, what our names were, what our ethnic backgrounds were, what England was like…just generally people interested in us tourists visiting their country.
Last week though was a completely different story. People were genuinely delighted to see a little toddler hurricane running into their shops and would try to pick you up, hug you, kiss you, high five you, give you pizza! We actually visited one particular shop a few times and you remembered the goodies you’d revived the previous time and asked the man “we have pizza?”.
Anytime you told someone your name they exuberantly replied, “That is a Turkish name!!”, then proceeded to give us countless origins of where your name came from. No one was interested in me or your Daddy anymore. In fact, one guy called me “Lady” whilst he knew your entire toddler history, what you liked, disliked and the fact that you loved singing and dancing. I have to say, people in Turkey are very friendly and amazingly hospitable.
You are your own little person now whilst still in the midst of the terrible twos. I am secretly hoping the terrible threes are not that much worse. I wonder if some children skip that entire phase. I really hope so (one can dream, right?). You still very much love singing and dancing and have become a lot less shy which is lovely to see.
You’re also very fond of animals. Especially cats, and dogs, and birds, and elephants, and fish, and lions, and giraffes, and monkeys, and, well anything really. You regularly stroked the moody hotel cat which one day scratched you and drew blood. You got over it quickly though and your stories about the whole incident got more and more elaborate over time. Today you have told us the cat roared and then used both hands to scratch you. We have predicted that by the end of the week the cat will have transformed into a lion.
I also made a big realisation. I think you may be ready for nursery already. You loved the playgroups on holiday and, aside from a few cautionary glances thrown our way, you happily played with anyone and everything. In fact, you refused to leave for hours. We had to eventually man handle you out of there. I know nursery on a regular basis will be a different kettle of fish I know you’ll enjoy it. I guess this means I should get some forms to apply for a place.
I will do it. Really. Soon. Honest. Next week.