Mr.1’s growing up – much too fast for my liking. Recently he started pulling little mini-tantrums, that so far seem to be containable…but that I know will soon become more frequent and more intense. He also started smacking me on the face when he doesn’t get his way, part in jest, watching to see my reaction. This I do not like but as my second child, it’s a bit like water off a duck’s back..
On the upside, he’s my minature parrot now..and has started using two words at a time to ask for what he wants: “fan on”, “dwink plweese”, “my bwanket”, “dum dum, Mumma?”
He’s right into dancing (unlike his brother!) and so when it’s just me and Mr.1 on Tuesdays, we have some special dancing time together, just the two of us.
He can sing perfectly in tune, and when he recites Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, my heart just melts.
Although he is now a little boy, he’s still my baby, in a few small ways: like the way his soft, fat little hand feels so delightful in mine. The way I can still carry him on my hip around the supermarket. The way he stops to give me a wet kiss before going down the slide at the park.
The way he buries his head into my chest when I sing “Rock a Bye Baby” to him every night before he goes to sleep.
Here he is at the beach over the weekend. They just grow up too fast, don’t they?