Another month has passed and you’re edging ever closer to the grand old age of 3. How on earth has that happened? I know I sound like a complete broken saying it but time really has flown by. It’s like yesterday you were jumping around very happily in your Jumperoo. Then I turnaround and you’re nearly ready for pre-school. I have almost accepted it in my head though, which is good. I think I was in denial about it for a bit.
You are becoming more and more of a chatterbox and your Daddy and I constantly remark how you must have taken after your Mummy / Daddy. You’re still very shy around strangers but you’re coming out of your shell slowly. Especially with the neighbour that lives opposite. Each morning we’re bundling you into the car as she is rushing out of her door to walk her four dogs with the big floppy ears. Each morning she calls out “Morning!” to you and you shout the same back to her. She’s not there when we come back but you always ask me where “Morning gone?”.
You’re becoming a bit more of a bossy boots and constantly telling us what order to do things in e.g “I have bath first then you can have shower, okay?”. Everything ends with “Okay?”. I know I should try to stop you from saying this but we just stifle our giggles mostly.
You’re also obsessed with fixing everything with the “screwdryer”, including my tummy on one ocassion when I was feeling really ill.
The last month has been really manic with Mummy’s work and there’s been a lot of times when Ive had to take calls with you around, so we’ve not spent as much time together as I’d like but I’m hoping it all sorts itself out soon. In the meantime I’ve been pondering about spending quality time together and making the most of it before you have to start school full time when you turn 5. I know that’s a couple of years off yet but I want to squeeze in as much fun as possible and have us all do brilliant memorable things together and, in a sense, live spontaneously, as much as we can.
Sounds lovely doesn’t it?
It took several versions of that speech to work on your Daddy. But after many passionate speeches we are going to Malaysia soon on holiday. That was the Plan B I was talking about last month. Exciting huh? You’ll love it! Apparently the flight is fairly lengthy in total but we’ll not think about that just yet. By the time we get back it’ll almost be time for our birthday. How exciting!
There’s also a little potential project brewing at the moment. It actually all started as a bit of a joke one night when I was working. It’s not quite sorted yet but I’ll tell you all about it next month if it does manifest. Actually, you’ll probably know the outcome from all my excited screaming!
You must be the only two year old I know that’s still not potty trained but I’m not that bothered yet. Seeing as you still constantly lie to me when I’ve asked if you’ve done a poo I don’t think you’re ready yet!
Oh, and that photo is of you playing with a bazillion ducks, I helped you make the nice neat line and then you wouldn’t let me put them away. Your Grandad bought a whole box of them that are meant to go into a ball pond and split them between you and your cousin A. We keep finding little ducks EVERYWHERE!
So until next time toddler…I mean, Little Z…Mwah!!