Hello Little Z,
It’s your birthday!! Happy Birthday! 3 years old! I’m not sure how I have a 3 year old but it feels like you’re grown up and like a proper child doesn’t it? Does this mean I should stop calling you a toddler now? OR I could just do what I like and call you a toddler anyway? Yeah, I like that. Lets do that. Till I’m over this denial bit.
You were born on a very snowy day at precisely 07.32am in dramatic fashion but I didn’t meet you till precisely 09.20am when I woke up with a massive morphine hangover. I was pretty high on painkillers but you were very lovely and were quietly taking in all your surroundings. There’s something called the “power of the first hour” which we didn’t have but we didn’t need it one bit. We bonded straight away and it’s been a journey and half all the way. I started this blog when you were 5 months old to try remember as much as I could about you growing up. You can read my first “Dearest Baby” post right here.
I never thought I’d keep this blog up this long but I’m glad I did. It’s nice to look back and see how you were and how you are now and it’s SO easy to forget the little things. Like reflux. That was a fun time. When muslins were surgically attached to me!
You’ve really blossomed over the last year. I remember worrying to bits about your confidence. You were so scared of other people that you’d hide behind me for hours when someone came to visit and peek out every so often to check if they were still there. It was like having a permanent koala bear attached to me. You’re still nervous around new people but, a year on, you’ll say hello and attempt a conversation all by yourself. It’s very sweet to watch.
You love rough and tumble and no height is too high to attempt to jump off. Your Daddy and I could be in the Fantastic Four with the speed of our reflexes now. One of these days we need to explain to you about how you really aren’t a Hollywood stunt man.
If I think about it I’d say we’ve been lucky with the terrible twos. We kind of escaped the worst end of tantrums. I get the feeling that the terrible threes may possibly make up for it. You’ve recently started tutting and sighing and stomping around when you don’t want to do something. Suddenly the word “Threenager” makes perfect sense. The other day we asked you to say sorry for something naughty that you did and you stood very firm, shaking your head, declaring “No!” repeatedly.
I suppose it’s good practice for when you’re an actual teen. Your Daddy and I keep proclaiming you get your stubbornness from the other parent. Hopefully our doors don’t come off the hinges in the meantime from all the slamming. It’s like living with both Kevin and Perry!
Having said that, the “Twos” have been so much fun. We’ve been to a trillion family weddings, visited zoos and parks and duck ponds, holidayed in Turkey where you made friends with a dance troupe, learnt to talk non stop, made “friends”, and holidayed in Malaysia. I think we’ll try to pack it with just as much fun for your “Threes” too.
My first panic for your “Threes” is potty training. We’ve been trying on and off this last month but you still don’t seem interested. To be honest, I haven’t been that worried with it yet as you just blatantly lie every single time and aren’t very willing but now that you’ve hit three I’m suddenly thinking it should be done and dusted and out of the way ultra quickly. If you could do it pretty soon then that would be fantastic!
We’ve been a bit naughty and let you open all your birthday presents every day for a week leading up to your actual birthday. Your face has been a picture every day so my lack of willpower has been completely worth it. I think we should make it into a tradition. A whole birthday week. That sounds better than a day doesn’t it? I think so!
So! Until next time…Mwah!