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After my disastrous one attempt to join in with Project 365, last week I set myself a new challenge which was to simply at least manage to have one half decent photo a week to share.

Today I have a collage to show you of our trip to one of our regular haunts, St Werburg's City Farm.

H decided he didn't want to spend much time looking at the animals but instead he ran through the farm and headed for the playground.  Frankly, in normal circumstances he is far too young and small to play in this particular one but as you can see from the pictures below, with close supervision, he is clearly having a lot of fun.
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Whilst he has, for the most part, dropped his nap, H does still enjoy to tease us by pretending he wants a nap, as you can see from the photo above which was taken on Friday.  However, as it turned out he did actually nap and then it was past 9pm before we managed to get him settled for bed, even though he only slept for an hour!  Over the next week or so he will be attending settling in sessions with the local Children's Centre pre-school 3 afternoons a week and we are incredibly excited by this.  We actually chose afternoons because he often sleeps in and is not happy to be woken up, much like both D and myself!


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I realised recently that is has been a long time since I have written about H.  He was the reason I initially started this little corner of the Internet for my own space, which has become more of a sort of therapy for me with all the support I have found.  So, I decided that it was high time my readers, who may miss steady stream of tweets, to find out what the little man is like now.  In a break from my normal blog posts, this one is dedicated to my son and very much a "Proud Mummy" post.

H seems to have bulldozed into yet another fascinating stage.  I almost feel like I haven't been around him for a few months such is his leap in development.

H is quickly stringing words together and doing so quickly.  One of his favourite phrases at the moment is "I didn't mean to".  As much as he may be able to say it clearly, he clearly doesn't understand the concept since he often just randomly says "I didn't mean to" in a tone that would usually be reserved for a grovelling apology.  Although since H can't yet say sorry and an apology consists almost entirely of a hug and and a kiss, I wouldn't know what H's apologetic tone is and at his age, I don't expect him to understand.  When he completes one of his puzzles on an app he shouts "Mamma I did it!" with the biggest grin on his face.  When he can't do a task, he refuses all help and works himself into a state before succumbing to assistance.

My Boys
My Boys

He is very keen to learn as well.  Which is just as well since we have just been told he has a funded place at a local pre-school.  We have yet to have the home visit or indeed visit the pre-school ourselves but the rate at which H is picking up new words and skills, the sooner he starts the better for him.

He recognises most letters of the alphabet now, which I imagine is due to his insistence on watching Countdown.  We even have to show him some Youtube clips just to keep the peace.  The down side to this is that whilst he can say most letters, he refuses to repeat them back phonetically to me when I try to play with his Leapad.  For us, this isn't too much of a worry now as we are sure that once he does start at pre-school, he will quickly pick them up.

Alongside recognising letters, he also recognises from 0-15.  Again, he doesn't necessarily say them all clearly and his counting isn't quite up to standard (whatever that is, I am just guessing from what friends say!) but again, with him due to start pre-school soon, this will likely only improve.

With speech, H is at a stage where he repeats literally everything we say.  It is like having a parrot following you around all the time and as much as it can get irritating, it is wonderful to hear, knowing that he is learning all the time.

He knows what a lot of animals are and the noises they make, although he does insist that cats squeak, rather like a mouse!

My baby is growing into a strong, wilful, determined little boy who definitely knows his own mind.  He gets bored quickly, flitting from one toy to the next and is always on the move.

Recently he has all but dropped his nap for good.  When he does want a nap we try our hardest to distract him but his determination comes into play and the end result means he is later to bed and earlier to wake.

I think what I am most proud of, yet also sad for him about, is his sensitivity.  By that I mean at not even 3 years old, he is aware when I have a bad day, whether physically or mentally.  If I complain of my back being sore, he walks behind me and says "Mama sore back" and gently rubs it for me, before giving me a cuddle.  When I have a bad day mentally he will say "Mama sad" and frequently cuddle me.  Which breaks my heart, as much as I try to protect him from that, I can't all the time.

Somehow, despite the trails we have been through recently, the husband and I have brought up a happy, confident, bright child who chatters incessantly, has a passion for learning and is independent.  I was doubtful when he left the child minder (due to our move) whether I could meet his needs in terms of development but I think we've done a pretty good job and the time has definitely come for him to get more challenged.


H is usually one of the most laid back, adaptable toddlers I have ever known.  Everyone comments on his nature and a line that is often said to us is "He is so laid back he is horizontal".  Whether it be keeping him up late, going away for one night or four, changed his routine through switching childcare providers or jobs, he has always adapted well and on returning home after going away, settled back into his original routine with amazing ease. ...continue reading


My physical abilities have taken a knock in recent months and I have started to wonder whether H is missing out since I have been unable to take him out much.

Now, I was never one to sign up to the London Marathon or even for the 5k run for Breast Cancer Awareness but I have always been able to keep up with H, or walk a reasonable distance.  Yes, I have been lazy at times but I *could* if I wanted or needed to.

Now, it is a different story.

My syringomyelia has severely impacted me physically.  Six months ago the walk to the bus stop to go into the City centre took all of 5 minutes.  Yesterday the exact same walk took me 13 minutes.  H got to the bus stop (with Daddy) before I did!

We wanted to take H to the park.  We do have one that is walking distance, although would take me about 30 minutes and end with me in agony, rather than the previous 10, but we wanted to take him to the bigger one, with more equipment which he adores.  As a bonus a lot of people take their dogs there for a walk and it has a lake with ducks.

So we made the trip, one which previously I have done with H on a weekly basis but we haven't been since the Summer due to me not being able to adequately supervise H.

Whilst it was lovely to see the smiles and laughter on H's face, I couldn't help but feel I had let him down by having to sit on the sidelines and watch whilst he played with D.  It was heartbreaking to hear him ask me to join in and I physically couldn't.  Don't get me wrong, H adores spending time with either or both of us but lately my "fun" activities with him have been limited to a story or singing nursery rhymes.  Heck, I can't even bath him since I cannot lift him any more.

I admit to having a quiet little cry whilst watch H and D play on the slides, the climbing frame and jumping in the piles of leaves.  However, I quickly and silently gave myself a talking to and just absorbed myself in watching my son burn off energy and generally having some much-needed quality time with his Daddy.

I may not be able to join in with the fun and games any more but I can certainly reap the rewards of a happy child.

I know now that he isn't really missing out any more.  With being brutally honest with those closest to me about my limitations, in the last week or so I have had unending support.  Perhaps it is me missing out rather than my son?

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Dear Daddy

On Father's Day I wanted to let you know how much I love you.

I love our cuddles, me and you enjoying some time just being together.

I love going to the park and you playing on the swings and slides with me. You're just a bigger version of me really aren't you?

I enjoy sitting with you when you read to me. I'm sorry if I seem to be selecting the boring stories lately but mummy assures me I will grow out of this phase soon.

I love snuggling up with you to watch the Formula 1 (as we were doing in the picture above) or the football. It's a shame there isn't any for us to enjoy today.

I love you for being on my side with getting a doggy. I am sure we can persuade mummy somehow.

I love knowing that no matter what, you will always protect me and mummy from the bad people.

There are a lot more things I love but I want to go and play again now so I have run out of time but I think the thing I love best is using you as a trampoline every morning. I know you don't like it but it really is my favourite thing. So I'm going to keep doing it for a little while longer, OK?

Lots of love
Your little terror

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