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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


Yes, that is my normally happy, contended child.

At some point over recent months, The Terrible Twos have arrived.  Sure, they crept up on us at first.  Largely there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason for the outbursts but that could be forgiven, after all two-year olds do not have the capacity for reasoning.  For a short while distraction had a success rate of 100%.

Not any more.  In fact it rarely seems to work now.  We just have to let him just scream it out before trying to calm him down because no one, not even Peppa Pig can come between H and his tantrums.

My little boy has become clever.  Perhaps it's because we are both at home at the moment but he now attempts to play us off against each other.  I really wasn't expecting that so young.  Why did nobody warn me?!

This afternoon H asked for sweets.  I said no and explained we don't have any.  H wandered into the lounge and asked the husband.  The husband said the same thing.  H ran screaming back into the kitchen and again demanded sweets.  Then pointed to the cupboard where treats are kept, shouting "DAT DAT DAT!".  Then the tears and shouting and pointing started.  And didn't stop for what felt like an eternity (although in reality was less than 5 minutes).  Shortly after the above snap was taken (yes, mean mummy laughed and took a picture), H threw himself on the floor, kicking and screaming being worthy of a scene from a film I saw, where I was convinced the director was simply trying to scare those of us who hadn't yet had children and was being typically Hollywood OTT.  How wrong was I?!

The thing is, I'm not sure what's worse.  The tantrums, however long or short they last (H has been known to continue for 20 minutes, I timed it!), or the whingeing.  Sitting down for a cup of coffee because he is happily playing with one of the noisy "nee nooor" only for him to creep up to me.


"Yes H?"

*H takes one hand then points the other towards nothing in particular*

"What do you want H?"

"DAT!" *proceeds to attempt to pull me up*

So then I have to follow him.

"Do you want to read?" *picks up book*

"No!  Dat!" *pointing in another direction*

"Oh you want Ernie?" *picks up Ernie*

"No! Dat!* *pointing in yet another direction while dragging mummy out of the room*

"Oh you want some water?" *gets cup from cupboard and fills*

"NO! Dat!" *points to the fridge*

Repeat ad nauseam until I've been dragged around the entire house, having picked up almost everything within the house (and sometimes the garden too) only for him to settle on the book I picked up the first time.

Yes, there are times when I am not sure which of the above two scenarios are the most exhausting.  Although having fun, playing in the park, having tickle fights and seeing smiles like the one below remind me just how much of a bundle of fun a toddler is for the vast majority of the time.

Parenting a toddler might well be the biggest test of patience and the most exhausting job in the world but it certainly comes with more than enough smiles and laughter to make up for it.  If only they came bearing gifts of hair dye for those greys and gin for the nerves! 😉


I used to enjoy going to these when H was a baby.  I went to a couple each week through my maternity leave and made a few friends.  Once (most of us) returned to work we didn't see a great deal of each other but we met up for the First birthdays (did a joint party), had a picnic in the Summer at a local park and a Christmas party both years.

Having been made redundant from my job and relocating to Bristol, I am still finding my feet; we've only been here 3 weeks.  Over the weekend I was invited by my next door neighbour to go to a group with her.  She has a daughter who turns 4 this week and a son 4 months younger than H.

At 9.45am the doorbell rang and I bundled H into the neighbour's car and off we went to her Church in Bath where the group was held.

I was introduced as her neighbour and it was explained to several other mums that I was new to Bristol and didn't know anyone other than my family.

I spent two hours pretty much by myself.

H had a fab time and asked to go "Night night" as soon as we got back but I managed to give him his lunch first.  So I feel bad that I don't want to go back.  And a little selfish.


Why oh why did no one care to tell me that when toddlers pick up a new word they hit some sort of repeat button?  Or perhaps people did tell me, like they probably told me everything else about babies and toddlers I accused them of not telling me and I just ignored it.

The only clear words H seems to spend all day, every day saying, to the extent I hear him say them when he is asleep are "DOWN!", "AWAY!" and "MOOORE!".  The final one being said like Mr Libkins said in Oliver.

In his highchair. "DOWN!".  Climbing onto the sofa.  "DOWN!".  "It's UP H, say up."  "DOWN!".  Wanting out of the bath.  "DOWN!".  "H it's OUT, say out."  "DOWN!".  Anyway you get the idea.

In H's world, anything of mummy or daddy's is demanded to go "AWAY!" on his immediate sight.  Of course this rule does not apply to things of his own and when asked to help put away his own toys we are greeted with a firm "No" in much the same tone I use to him.

More is far more complex since this is said rather frequently and leaves me bewildered as to what he wants more of when half the time he hasn't even had anything!

So, what does your toddler currently have on repeat?  I'd love to hear some MOOORE!