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Stuff and things and grossing out your mother

You have been rather sick lately, for unknown reasons. Two nights in a row you threw up everything after having your bedtime bottle, and then you’ve had nappies in varying degrees of weirdness. Luckily you’ve been happy all the same, and sleeping well enough. If only you’d eat your dinner.

You’re into full-on sentences:
* “Mama Daddy under blanket too?”
* “Oh, what’s in there?”
* “What’s this?” or “Who’s that?”
* “Mama lie down too!”
* “Lie down Mama’s bed?”
* “Want up-a-tree!”

And colours: red, blue, green, yellow, orange, and white.

And remembering weird things, too – today we were weeding the garden and you said something about a sleeping buzzy bee in a particular spot. About two months ago we were weeding in that place and there was a bee crawling amidst the weeds and I told you that it was sleepy because it was too early for bees to be out. You’re incredibly good at explaining yourself, except when you wake up from your nap and you’re upset. We still can’t figure out why you wake p crying sometimes, but lots of cuddles helps.

Now you’re sitting on the couch with Dad, watching “Sing-a-Rain, too!” (or Singin’ in the Rain). You can sing along with me for “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and “Pat-a-Cake”, and like to play tickling games on me and Dad, especially “Round and round the garden” and “This little piggy”. And you love hide-and-seek type games, although of course you still think you’re hiding if you can’t see us. Your favourite toy today is a party whistle, the foil kind that unfurls when you blow it. You also like to play the grown-up to your stuffed toys, putting Teddy in the high chair and feeding him, or telling Teddy off for some imagined reason.

The challenge at the moment is persuading you to play more gently with me. We’ve always played fairly physically, and if I’m lying on the floor you like to climb up and pretend my stomach is a bouncy bed. And, er, no.

Lately you’ve been spending a lot of time imitating us. Today you put on my rubber gloves and tried to do the dishes, you helped me weed the garden, and you pushed the mower for Dad (but not when it was going, because it’s too noisy for you). You love pretending to drive the car, rake the gravel, or sweep the driveway. We spent ten minutes yesterday watching the washing in the machine, then you handed me the pegs while I hung it out. It’s incredible, now that I’ve listed them all, how many activities you can do or try to do now.

By Tracy

I used to have a cheesy intro page written in the third person, which always felt lame. I am a mother in my thirties working full time as a teacher, blogging for the sake of filling in time and spending too long on the computer when I could be cleaning.

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