Feeling crafty

Mummy is getting a bit creative in her old age. Since becoming a stay at home Mum, I've had the time to rediscover my crafty side. I love making things for you Harry. Especially things for your room. I don't think you really care very much but I hope you will treasure these things when you get older. I put my love for you into these things Harry. I hope you can see that.

I know it's soppy and sentimental but it is absolutely true. You make my soul happy.

Love to read

After you had gone to bed this evening, I picked up books from all over the downstairs of our house. There were books under the sofa, on the fireplace, on the table and even a little book that had been kicked under the fridge. You love to read. Well, I say read but mostly I mean you like to point at objects and shout their names. You can read numbers though, which is very clever for a little boy who isn't even two yet. You can read the numbers 1 to 5, even when Mummy tries to trick you by mixing them up.

You've got a new way of delaying bedtime now. I say it's time to go to bed and you ask, in the cutest voice, "one more?" and you bring me a book. It's hard to resist a request like that.

You have quite a few favourite books at the moment. Here are some of them:

- 'Thats not my Train' (and other titles in this series. Toddler Mummies and Daddies know exactly what I'm talking about)
- 'My Dad' by Anthony Browne (excellent illustrations to entertain Mummy)
- 'Toy Story' picture book (Driving Mummy crazy - I'll ellaborate further in a future post)
- My first words (Full of images of everyday objects which I have noticed are mostly from Ikea)

I hope you continue to love books as you get older. You'll be reading Daddy's copy of 'War and Peace' in no time!*

Mummy x


* Daddy may not own this particular book, nor does he intend to ever own it but, you know, you get my point

A day at home

We didn't really go anywhere today. We walked to the library to take some books back but that was the extent of our adventures outside. We did, however, have some adventures inside.

You are fast becoming a little telly addict. It's nice for Mummy to have five minutes to do the washing up or put some make-up on but I don't want my precious boy ending up with square eyes! So instead, I recruited you to help me with my boring jobs today. And, I must say, you are very handy with the washing. Just the right height to load and empty the machine, especially when Mummys back is sore. God forbid if I try to help you. You MUST do it all by yourself, each item carefully removed and handed to Mummy. We'll have no chauvinistic ideas in this house!

You might notice that you have wellies on in this photo. These are the wellies we found in the charity shop for just £1. They have aliens on them and you LOVE them. You wouldn't take them off today. You kept telling me to put mine on. I did for five minutes but they are really not the most comfortable footwear to wear around the house.

After lunch, we decided to get a bit creative. You asked for your box of arty bits and pieces and we let loose with the paint and play-doh. You don't like getting your hands dirty though. Even the slightest speck of dirt, paint or food is a big no-no. This results in us getting through at least 20 wet wipes everytime we do anything remotely messy. The paint was the big issue today. Sorry, the green paint.
"Greeeeeeeen! Paint! eurgh!!!!"

Last photo. Isn't this just the cutest 'I'm not doing anything naughty Mummy, I promise' face ever?

Love you, scrummy boy x

Hide and seek

One of your favourite games at the moment is hide and seek. You hide in the most obvious places and wait for someone to find you. I know you're hiding because you put your finger to your lips and say 'Shhh...' When you've been found, you tell the person that found you to go and hide, only you don't give them a chance! You run straight after them, find them and then it's your turn again. I think you do this because you like hiding best of all. Seeking is just something you have to tolerate to get to the fun hiding part.

This is your favourite 'hiding' spot in the kitchen. It's not very discrete is it Harry?

Time for a picture...

Mummys very own Harry potter

Harry loves shoes

There are countless toys for you to play with in our house. Literally every toddler toy you could think of is in our house somewhere. You choose to play with shoes. You get every shoe you can reach and throw it on the floor. You even climb inside the box so that you can reach more shoes. Sometimes you match the shoes up which, I think, is very clever for someone so little.

Rub a dub dub

Bathtime is always a manic time in our house. I have to be ready with a towel for the moment you decide to try and escape the bath. There is no chance you will try an escape until you've had at least 10 minutes of craziness. Splashing, swimming, blowing bubbles and throwing every single toy out, and half the bath water with it.

You won't have bubbles in your bath. You hate getting them on your hands. I thought I would try you with bubbles again this week. You were not impressed with Mummy. You kept showing me your hand, saying 'bubbles, eurgh'.

You remembered that last time you had a bath, there was a spider near your basketball net. You wouldn't go anywhere near it this time and kept telling me, 'shpisher, shpisher'. I definately got that spider. That spider went on a magical journey down the toilet.

And then you get out of the bath and this is my favourite part. When you are soaking wet and you snuggle into your towel and into me for warmth. It makes me feel like the most important Mummy in the world. After a snuggle that I never want to end, it's time to race. Race to get the towel off you, cream on, powder sprinkled nappy in place, vest, pyjamas and.... relax. Cbeebies takes over and I clear up the fallout from your bath. A trail of towels, talc, dirty clothes, socks, and so many bath toys. Oh, and the couple of inches of water that you helpfully tipped out of the bath.

xxx

2 minutes in your head - PARK EDITION

- I've got to run really fast, or else the park might dissapear.
-Oh no, I fell over.
-Get the dirt off my hands NOW!
-Must go down the slide head first.
-Another child approaching. Must scream at them.
-THIS IS MY SLIDE YOU HORRIBLE CHILD!
- Actually, I think I'll kiss you instead.
-A DOG! A GREAT BIG BLOODY DOG! OH MY GOD! THIS IS THE MOST EXCITING DAY EVER!
-Must run to the swings as fast as I can.
-I'll try this swing out and then ask to be put on the other one, even though it's exactly the same.
-WAIT, SHHH! Is that a nee naw I can hear?
-I should try the slide head first again.
-Actually,  I think I'll climb up and down the steps instead even though I could do this at home.

Your city

What is Coventry famous for?
 Mainly for getting bombed in the Blitz, being rubbish at football and a naked woman that rode a horse a very long time ago.

Coventry is where you were born. It's where I was born. It's where your Mums side of her entire family is from.

I used to hate living in Cov. (You're only allowed to call it Cov if you actually live there or are from Coventry). That was until I moved away and missed it a lot. I hope you grow up to realise what a lovely city it really is. There is so much history to discover. We discover it at least once a week on our way home from your swimming lesson.

Here you are in our old Cathedral that was destroyed by incendary bombs during the Blitz. All you cared about was going up and down the stairs and clapping youself when you didn't fall over...

My favourite animal is _______

You are obsessed with dogs. Big dogs, little dogs, spotty dogs, ANY dogs! When you are a little bit older, I might think about getting you a dog. This is a big deal considering your Mummy used to be terrified of dogs. I would face my biggest fears for you Harry, if it makes you happy. Maybe we'll wait until you're old enough to take it for walks.

This photo is included just because it is you all over!

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(Photos courtesy of Auntie Claire.)