Nearly Two

Being nearly two, is hard for us both. And sometimes so funny.
We have just spent ages playing with a ball together. I throw it really high, and then dive onto the floor to catch it. Toby thinks this is THE funniest thing he has ever seen, and the sound of his uncontrollable laughter is a delight. And watching him trying to copy me do it, with his uncoordinated limbs is one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

So too was watching him with a colander on his head, chanting I am a robot in a special robot voice.
Or when he wears a nappy on his head as a hat...


But its pretty hard when he is throwing things into the toilet, unfolding all the clean towels I have just put away and throwing them around the room, climbing on everything, 'helping' me wash up by throwing water everywhere, and walking the playdough we made this morning from one end of the house to the other....and all whilst screaming Sausage! at me every few minutes.

(I stupidly told him he was having some sausages for dinner, he has never had one before. As sausages are what they have for dinner in his current favourite book, The Tiger Who Came to Tea, he is very excited about the prospect!)

It's been a hard day, maybe tomorrow will be better...

My happy lucky boy

He doesn't like having his nappy changed at the moment. I start getting him undressed, and then he'll scramble up and run off, arms in the air, squealing in delight as a chase begins. Sometimes it can take an hour or so before he'll finally let me change it without a tantrum, and it makes me so mad. But it's hard to stay cross at him for too long, when I see his happy smiling face.


His language is getting better and better everyday. And he remembers so much now. He knows the bit of road that has a railway crossing long before he can see it. He remembers the corner where we once saw a fire engine and ambulance with their lights and sirens on, and talks about it sometimes when we go past. He remembers having a broken arm, and how we used to wrap it in clingfilm and pretend it was a robot arm when he had a bath. And he remembers often the time we saw a fire engine parked at the side of the road. Toby waved at them (with his broken arm) and they let him climb up into the fire engine and look around. They also gave him stickers and a goody bag. At the end of re-counting the story he'll always say, "Mummy, Ti-Ti is a lucky boy."

He told me he was a lucky boy today, after I bought him 2 new matchbox cars. I think I really bought them to assuage my guilt at letting his swim instructor dunk him completely under the water today for the first time. Letting my happy, smiling innocent faced boy be plunged under, and seeing his gasping, horrified and frightened face as he re-appeared felt terrible. I won't be able to forget the look on his face for a while yet. But he was so brave. My beautiful, lucky boy.

The best bit

The photo is a bit blurry, but it captures my little man perfectly. Jumping about in excitement, doing his crazy crinkle nosed smile. He insisted on wearing one of my aprons, all folded up to avoid him falling over it.


We both agreed, the best bit of baking is licking the bowl out after the cake is safely in the oven.