January…

January…

Number of books read: 3 and a bit (am struggling to get into The Book Thief right now)

Number of glasses of wine drank: Only 6 (two separate occasions – not bad I think)

Number of yoga sessions done: 4 (room for improvement..)

Number of runs completed: 0 (oops!)

Number of snowmen built: 2 (and Daddy built a mini one in the garden too!)

Number of new crafts learnt: 2 – crocheting and making macarons (more on this to follow!)

Not bad for month one of 2013. Here are some of the highlights in photo form:

Hug a penguin

Penguins are nice to hug

Why ride a scooter when you've got a Mummy to push it along?

Why ride a scooter when you’ve got a Mummy to push it along?

Snowman

Admiration of the snowman

Haircut

Haircut a la Mummy!

I remember, I remember…

Dear Elliot,

Today I haven’t stopped thinking of the day we came home from hospital with you as a tiny 5 day old baby. And why is that I hear you ask?

Let me take you back to the 18th December 2010:

You and I had been in hospital due to my silly blood pressure (which coincidentally was fine as soon as you were delivered) for 5 days after your birth on the 13th. The day came to bring you home and the snow decided to pay a visit too. Oxfordshire was covered in thick snow, which meant we only made it to my parents house instead of our home.

I love this picture of you all bundled up ready to face the cold.

First car ride

First car ride

I remember wrapping you up in a blanket and laying you down on the sofa at Grandmum and Grampy’s house. You were so tiny.

I remember struggling through the snow to get home the following day, and then Daddy carrying you across the road outside our house.

I remember leaving you asleep in the car seat in the living room, while all around was silent and white, and sitting staring at you, all the while thinking we were the luckiest people in the world at that very second.

I love snow.

xxx

Image

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

“Why not?” – Conversations with a two year old

Dear Elliot,

I’m loving the conversations we’re having with you at the moment, and the sayings you’re picking up from the people around you really make us giggle.

Image

A couple of snippets from conversations recently:

Daddy (holding two pens): Elliot, would you like the red one or the green one?

Elliot: Yes!

Mummy: Elliot, would you like a drink?

Elliot: No… (looks quizzical) Why?… Why not…

Mummy (at 4am, after hearing Elliot crying, and expecting a full on tantrum): Elliot, it’s still night-time, lie down please

Elliot: OK mummy, night night (lies down)

It makes the whole (shh!) terrible two thing so much more bearable!

Love you loads xxx

Check out some more funny things kids say via the Actually Mummy Wot So Funee meme:
Wot So Funee?

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…

“I do not believe in the terrible twos” she said, back when her child was one

I have always (read before having a child) thought that “the terrible twos” label was just an excuse for letting small children get away with having tantrums in supermarkets or hitting/biting their fellow two year olds.

Well, in hindsight, what I can now say is that I’m sorry to all other parents for mistakenly judging you in the past. Parents of two year olds should be given enormous amounts of chocolate, hugs and gin as it sure isn’t easy!

Elliot turned two in December – so we’ve only just started in this minefield and already at times we genuinely feel like we’re walking on egg shells….always scared of the next seemingly normal situation thats actually going to tip him over the edge from beautiful, funny, clever Elliot into “the monster”?

These are just a few things we’ve had crying fits about this week (and its only Wednesday!):

  • Daddy put socks on him (how cruel!)
  • He wanted milk in a different cup
  • The Thomas and Friends we were watching was wrong (this happens frequently!)
  • He couldn’t tell us which book he wanted
  • He didn’t want a bath, and when in the bath he didn’t want to get out
  • He wanted yoghurt before his lunch
  • He wanted a drink, in the car, stuck in traffic, on the way home from nursery (emergency drinks have now been squirrelled away in the car for this purpose)
  • He wanted a “mummy cuddle”, again while in the car (I do yoga but am not quite that bendy – anyone know where Inspector Gadget got those arms??)

So you see, I’m starting to (shh…don’t tell anyone…) believe that there’s something in the labeling of terrible twos. At least it gives us mums and dads some hope that in 12 months it will be over??

So next time you see a mum or dad gazing anxiously around while their little darling demonstrates his/her frustration in a public place, smile nicely and don’t judge. We’re doing our best, honestly!

20130116-080743.jpg

 

Angel

20130116-080757.jpg

 

Monster