Littlest Big

Dear David, I need to stop calling you a baby because you're so far from one now that it makes me emotional! Gone are the days of the squishy newborn who slept in beside me night after night, now you're a walking, talking, climbing and general wave of destruction toddler! You're also the funniest, happiest and sookiest toddler I've ever met.

First steps have happened but you're still preferring to get about on your knees as opposed to your feet. And I don't blame you; the speed you get whilst crawling in amazing! You'll walk with some encouragement though and the reaction you get for doing so it usually enough to bring on you're stride, especially from your proud big brother who is so desperate for you to start "walking outside like big boy!" Then there's the climbing! You have me absolutely demented with climbing the clothes drier (which incidentally you broke doing so...), the toilet, your high chair, the windows, the [albeit improvised] stair gate, your buggy, he dining table... Basically everything! Your Granny & Daddy even lost you a couple of weeks back when you escaped up the stairs & sat eating stale popcorns from the bin in your Aunties bedroom. Always in search of mischief, you are!

Your personality has very much been confirmed with your choice of first word. "LOOK!" On repeat, 24/7. Between you & your brother, our house is never silent. Whether it's something that has caught your eye or to draw attention to something you're doing, you are forever telling us to look your way. You love being the centre of attention, doing anything you can to get a laugh from people. The class clown as your Granny calls you. You do however know how to stand your ground, making sure your brother is well aware when you aren't in the mood to share, although the hitting & biting that you favour aren't such desirable traits that you have adopted! Particularly given that you're already nearly he same size as your big brother and at the rate your growing it appears you might even overtake him. "Are they twins?" has been asked on a few occasions.

You're so easy going. Happy in any environment, from nursery too visiting friends & family, you charm everyone you meet along the way. But you're also forever scared you're going to miss something, refusing to sleep anywhere other than your bed without a battle, which can be awkward for doing days out with you still having a nap in the morning & afternoon; I can't remember the last time you slept in a buggy! At home though, sleep has greatly improved with even a couple of nights of you sleeping right through. For the most part though, you're up an average of twice a night; thankfully though it's a quick breastfeed and back to sleep.

That little bit of comfort through the night just isn't enough for you though, as you're the cuddliest little sook. Any time you're picked up, you nuzzle into whoever it is, resting your head on their shoulder and holding on with such love. You also follow your Daddy, Granny & I like a puppy, sitting at our feet with your arms stretched right up; God forbid if we don't acknowledge the gesture! And you're definitely a Mummy's boy, something which although sometimes frustrating (such as whilst I'm making tea!) I do treasure so much. Unlike your brother who needs the comfort & reassurance of his Mummy a lot these days, you choose to come to me which makes this whole Mummy gig all the much sweeter. I must be doing something right after all!

So my Little Potato Pudding, don't go changing (except the climbing, feel free to stop that any time now!) and keep up the whole happy little chappy thing you've got going on.

Love you always, Mummy

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