Its that time of the year again where you age another month. You’re now 2 years and 7 months or as your Grandad keeps saying, “nearly 3! When are you going to sort out his nursery?!?”. I keep zoning out as soon as he asks.
There is time…there is time…..there is…ok I’ll sort it this week. Really.
Actually, you’ve been asking to go constantly and learning even more nursery rhymes from your cousin A. Your favourite one at the moment is Humpty Dumpty, mainly because you get to throw yourself off the top of the sofa at the end, laugh hysterically, climb to the top and do it all over again. Occasionally you stop for a bit of a breather; mainly when you’ve jumped too far and hurt your bum on the floor.
You’re now saying words like “Because” and “I think”….it makes you sound so much older, like there is a genuine thought process going on in that little head, giving your opinions on everything. With this ever expanding vocabulary you now tell us stories about your day. They range from what you did to where you went and even stories about me. In fact, your Aunty rang me the other day to check I was ok because you’d told her I’d fallen down and banged my head. I hadn’t. I think your imagination is ever growing too at the moment!
You’ve also become slightly dramatic over the last few weeks. You are now having tantrums where, if I don’t pick you up, you will lie on the floor on your back and shout…
It just gets louder and louder and can go on for ages. We found it hilarious at first. Then we wondered what the neighbours must think of us. They probably think we’re completely crazy.
You’re developing your bargaining skills quite nicely, pleading “last one mummy?” when you want to do something naughty. You hope that repeating yourself constantly will break me. I think those that use torture as a way to get secrets out of prisoners should study toddlers for a while.
You still run, skip and hop everywhere. I think you may have forgotten how to walk and how to get there in a relaxed fashion. Everything is “COME on!” and the only acceptable speed is in a rush, usually by running. Maybe I should warn the nursery of the little hurricane they’ll be taking on?
We’ve mostly been enjoying the sun these past few weeks and you’ve enjoyed going to the farm, the park and blowing bubbles constantly. You’ve taken quite a liking to your Daddy’s power wash machine. It all sounds very loud in the garden these days as he shouts “No..noo..noo…no touching!”.
Like I keep saying, if he put it away it wouldn’t be played with 😉