We’d just let the cat, Charlie, in and she was making lots of noise, when I overheard Elliot talking to Daddy:
Elliot: Charlie wants some water
Daddy: can you understand Charlie, Elliot?
Elliot: yes
Daddy: what is she saying now then?
Elliot: miaow, miaow, miaow
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I’m beginning to realise the many good things about having a 2 year old around. Elliot is so much fun right now, and picking up things like a sponge – he knows all his letters and we’re having fun trying to teach him the phonic sounds that go with them. He loves to get them wrong on purpose and make us laugh.
After nursery today, Elliot was enjoying counting raisins back into their box and it made me think of a good game we could play.
I took a piece of card, an espresso cup (to draw around) and some colouring pens and made a counting game for the numbers 1-5. (The card wasn’t quite big enough to get up to 10, and by that point our raisin supply was being depleted rather rapidly!)
The best part was the eating at the end!
I’m thinking this game will be used again and again, with pennies, little stones, beads or even daisies (if we ever get some sunshine!)
Four years ago today, on a sunny day in February, this happened …
I love you Mr P
Happy Anniversary
xxx
Dear Elliot,
I thought I’d start some posts to give you some pointers about being generally lovely when you’re all grown up and in a relationship of your own. It feels strange writing this now while you’re still little and currently asleep in your cot upstairs but I wanted to let you know the things you can learn from your Daddy.
The first is quite fitting as it takes me back to my very first Valentines’ Day with your Dad in 2007. We had really only just met about a month before and were still in the early days, finding our feet and learning about each other.
I didn’t want to let Valentines’ Day pass without marking it in some way, but it felt too early for elaborate displays of affection, and I’m sure you’ll be aware by the time you read this, that this really isn’t ‘us’ anyway! Instead I just found a card I liked (I think it may in fact have had monkeys on or something equally non-valentinesy) and popped a message in it about how excited I was to be spending time with him, and slipped it into his bag one evening after work. We then went to our respective flats and I sent him a quick message telling him to look in his bag, and then got a reply back telling me how much he’d liked the card.
The next day he presented me with a little gift. He’d bought me some hand-warmers as I was going to the Baltics with work (in February, in the snow), and said they were to keep me warm while I was away from him. I still have a couple of them left, in a little box of memories.
So, little Elliot, take hints from this and always remember it’s the little things that count, not the big huge bouquets of flowers and boxes of chocolates. Those hand warmers were some of the nicest things I’ve been given, as they were so thoughtful.
Lots of love, Mummy xx
There are several things that in all honesty I don’t like. These include being in long queues, being anywhere without access to a cup of tea, people who drive with fog lights on when it’s not foggy, even the annoying man who we see cycling every day on the way to work who never has his feet on his pedals in the right way, and anything to do with those really grim public toilets you find in town centres.
This last point is what I’m particularly worrying about as we are speedily heading towards the happy land of “potty training” in this house.
Our little man seems quite keen, we’ve had reports that he has “been” on a potty twice in the past couple of weeks at nursery, though currently is not showing any interest at home. For the Mummy who barely remembers to go herself before leaving the house, I’m worried I’m heading for disaster.
I mean how can you possibly get away without visiting a public toilet when you’re potty training a toddler? I can’t expect him to hang on in the insane manner that his mother seems to be able to can I?
I don’t deal with mess very well either and surely that’s an unavoidable delight that goes along with this whole phase? I can’t expect no accidents at all can I? How long do these things take?
So I need coping strategies, fast. Any advice?
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Letters to Elliot (& Alexander too!) 