So….you’re going to be 2 and a half years old in 2 months. Blimey! I keep telling people you’ve just turned 2 when they ask. I think I might carry on actually, mainly because I am in denial about how quickly you’re growing up. I may also not have put your name down for nursery just yet. Oops. I will do it soon. Honest.
Your Aunty P got engaged this month. You were kind of a bit confused about what was going on at first but you did love running up and down their house whilst everything was going on, till you banged your head on their dining table and then bawled your eyes out for a bit. I knew it can’t have hurt that much as you tried to make off with one of the very shiny looking Ferrero Rochers from the big gift basket shortly after that incident. Luckily I saw you just in time! It’s going to be a busy year I think with lots of wedding planning. I even have a camera. Its very lovely!
We’ve also spent the month driving through all the villages next to us so that you can point and shout “SHEEEP!” and “HORSEY” every 30 seconds. You also occasionally shout “BABY SHEEP!”. It’s very cute looking at all the new lambs running to their mums but even cuter watching you. We’ve realised you love animals and sheep are a particular favourite. We might have to look to see if we can find a farm where we can take you to feed them.
We got you some new shoes this month. You still don’t like any of the nice ladies at Clarks touching your feet to measure them at all but at least you didn’t scream the place down like at the first visit. You then proudly showed them off to anyone that was passing by all day long, and even admired them in the mirror constantly to see how they looked on you. You really do after your Daddy in that aspect.
I briefly thought about potty training this month. It was a very very very brief moment. Fleeting. Like a nano second. I decided you definitely aren’t ready. Mainly due to the fact you still lie to me every time I ask if you’ve done a poo. Your stock answer is always “No Mummy, no poo. No poo” even when I smell the stink from 20 yards. You have, kindly, started to ask me if *I* need a poo though and whether you should take me to the toilet. So far you haven’t done it in public…yet. There’s no hurry. My aim is around 3….ish!!
Ooooh and we are going to see 2 new girl babies next week. I can’t wait to have some new baby cuddles and see your reaction around them.
So until next time Little Z…Mmmmmmmmwah!