My Darling Boy,
I can’t believe you’ve been here for 15 months already. It’s such a short time, but it also feels like you’ve always been here. You’re the brightest light in my life. Your beautiful smile and infectious giggle melt my heart on a daily basis. I love how, when we’re walking, your little hand reaches up for mine. I love to tickle and munch on your tiny toes. I love how you’re such a Mummy’s boy and always want to follow me around (although it would be nice to use the loo by myself occasionally!).
You haven’t started speaking yet, but you can easily make your feelings known. You shake your head vigorously for “no” (although, confusingly, sometimes for yes). When you don’t want to do something, you will throw yourself on the floor in a little strop; the toddler years have well and truly begun! If you’re hungry you’ll walk over to the kitchen cupboard and take out your weetabix. In the mornings, the first thing you do is crawl over the bed and point to Daddy’s tablet so you can snuggle up and watch cartoons. You have cute little sounds and/or signs that you use to mean bird, fish, butterfly, horse, cow, woodpecker and tiger.
Your sign for when you have fallen over is ‘oh bump!’ where you gently (or not so gently) hit yourself on the head. If you’ve hurt yourself, you now reach for the part of you that’s hurt. It’s adorable and sad at the same time.
You know that when you’ve got undressed you need to put your clothes in the washing basket. You love doing your little chore so much that you’ll post all sorts of things into the laundry basket- I’ve found teething rings, toys and clean clothes in there so far. Another favourite is to put everything you find into the bath or post it through the stair-gate. Worryingly, this game has recently extended to the kitchen bin, and I caught you eyeing up the toilet the other day, too.
You love lorries, buses, vans and cars. You squeal so excitedly when you see them- especially big lorries or double decker buses. You wave at cars and vans that we pass. You love being chased, getting tickled and bath-time. You hate being told ‘no’ (I can see your little heart breaking) and doors being closed.
At bedtime, Mummy lies next to you in our make-shift co-sleeper cot. Sometimes you get a bit cross that it’s sleep time when there’s so much more playing that needs to be done, but then you start to settle down a bit. First you talk to yourself and sing for a bit, next you excitedly kiss Mummy with your beautiful open-mouthed, dribbly kisses, then finally cuddle up next to Mummy to go to sleep. It’s my favourite part of the day.
Sometimes I’m not as patient with you as I should be. Sometimes I get cross. Sometimes I spend too much time looking at my phone instead of just enjoying our time together. Because it is so precious and you’re changing and growing so quickly. For these things and more, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll try harder to be the Mummy you deserve.
Can you stop growing up so fast now, please?
All my love,