This is my favourite age. I know I say that every time but I think I mean it this time.
This morning he gave me a big sloppy kiss before I went to work and it was disgusting and also the best thing that had ever happened to me.
He wants to be independent, and then he wants to run right back for ‘snugs’.
He wants to read all the time. ‘Book’ is our constant refrain. I know ‘10 Little Monsters’ off by heart.
He is learning so much. So much. It blows my mind. Especially because he learns a lot of it at nursery - like body parts and animal noises and little songs. How does he know so much?
His little chuckle is my favourite noise.
Putting him to bed is, for now, not as stressful as it once was. When he’s ready, he climbs off my lap and walks to his bedroom. If he could climb into his cot on his own, he wouldn’t even need me. I prayed for this day and worried it would never come, and now it’s here, I wonder what all the fuss was about.
Current obsessions: birds (in particular, shouting at them). Buses (in particular, shouting at them). Daddy (in particular, shouting at him).
Hey Duggee. Always Hey Duggee. And snacks.
I am obsessed with him. I would talk about him all day every day, if I could.
Our Fridays together are my favourite days. Can it be like this forever?