Biggest Little

Dear John, When did you stop being a toddler & start being an actual grown up, independent kid? My little sausage, the way you view the world these days is nothing short of amazing. You're so aware, pointing out the things we would otherwise not notice; from the Police Station sign looking like a checkered race flag, too the fact your Skittles have a "number one" on them...even if sometimes you don't get them quite 100% right!

And the questioning, oh the questioning! You have both Daddy & I demented most days. You want to know, to understand everything. This means we're faced with lots of, "what's that?", "where they going?", and your absolute favourite, "what's their name?" On a daily, perhaps even hourly basis, I find myself telling you that you're like a broken record! Something, like many other things, you often repeat back to us. The fact that you tell David he's a, "wee devil," & "a pest," and that when he poos he's a, "stinker," & that it's, "disgusting," just goes to show that you hear everything! But most of all I love that we can now hold actual conversations. You tell me all about your days at nursery, you can run me through all the names of the characters in Cars and what they do, ("Mater go backwards, Lightening go fast, Francesco go super fast, Holly fly...") and you're always the first to tell on your little brother should he be doing something he's not meant to.

You're also full of cheek. And attitude! There's no ounce of patience in you either. When you want something you'll do all you can to get it. From telling me your bike is broken because you liked the look of another one in the shop, to then saying that your bike isn't actually yours but in fact David's, in another attempt to get that new bike you oh-so want. And when you realise you're not getting it, all hell breaks loose!

But you're a shy wee soul too. I see myself at that age in you. Desperate to try new things but hesitant to do so without the reassuring hand of your Mummy, Daddy or Granny. Despite your otherwise constant questioning & often sounding like a broken record, it takes you a good amount of time to come out your shell around those who aren't familiar. And God forbid we're anywhere with someone in a costume; it's enough to reduce you into what I can only describe as a panic attack. It's not nice to witness but with lots of talking and reassurance you are getting a little better and can manage to be in a large room with one as long as they stay at one end and you're at the other. You've also got a fear of monkeys being in beds after a rather traumatic nightmare whilst we were away over Hogmanay. Again we're dealing with it but you're still very wary about being in unfamiliar beds on your own.

In other big news, you're now sleeping in your own big bed, all night & nappy free. So many big milestones that appeared to happen all at once. We've also finished breastfeeding now, just a week after your 3rd birthday, I knew it was time so one night we decided you were a big boy and didn't need it any more; you never questioned it, aside from asking if David would still have "Mummy's mocks." And you've never asked again since, which I'm so glad for, as despite me missing those moments from time to time, it shows you really were ready.

Love you always, Mummy

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