Things I Want To Remember

Last month was Spring Break, the longest Spring Break ever!  It was also a month where my little man has pushed lots of boundaries as he wants to be increasingly independent.  We don’t want to get dressed, or eat, or get in the car seat.  All little things that require me to just take a deep breath and remember that it’s just part of growing up and it’s a phase (hopefully!) and that he’s still my little miracle.  My fiercely independent little miracle.

…walking around shirtless and describing the look as “naked with trousers.”  I’m mostly fine with this look except when he insists on going “naked with trousers” when we go out.

…insisting on wearing his “stripey” jumper to bed.  And, suddenly being old enough to start making his own fashion choices.

…pretending to be the “tickle monster” and chasing me around the kitchen.

…playing house with the sofa cushions.  His sofa house has walls and a roof and he takes all of his trains in there with him.

…making the statement “we don’t eat poo.”  This makes me feel like I’ve taught him well.  Except that he’s also said “mummy has a big willy.”

…doing Waybuloo yoga together.  “Mummy come do it,” he says.  I think it’s the most exercise I get these days.

…getting out of his comfort zone at the soft play and climbing around like a mad man.  Still doesn’t like the bouncy castle though.

…squealing with absolute delight when Daddy was cleaning the back porch with the hose and squirting the back door.  “Do it again Daddy.  You funny Daddy.”

…doing a stand up wee for the first time.  Hooray!  Even though he did tinkle on the seat.

…entering the “what’s that?” and the “what’s that do?” phase.  And using “let’s call his name” as his way of asking me to tell him what something is called.

…blowing “bubbles” on each other’s bellies.  He can make some good belly raspberries.

…planting strawberry seeds in a pot together and then dumping it all out on the ground to make a “sand castle.”  Who knows where those strawberries might come up at this point.

…Daddy:  “Sit on Mummy and do a ‘toot’ (aka fart) on her.”  Little Monkey:  Sits on me and lets out a fart.  On purpose.  Farting on demand!

 iPhone Processing:  Shot with Hipstamatic (Roboto Glitter lens, Cano Cafenol film)
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  • Reply Matma May 2, 2012 at 10:24 am

    A well rounded little chap I’d say!
    But then … I would wouldn’t I?

  • Reply Bella May 2, 2012 at 12:10 pm

    Beautiful moments here. Keep them in your memory box. xo

    • Reply katherine May 3, 2012 at 9:52 pm

      Bella, I guess I’ve realized this blog is becoming my “memory box” of sorts. I didn’t start it with that purpose but I’m finding this to be a great way to record my son’s early life. Until he’s old enough to decide how to do that himself. xxx

  • Reply Nanette May 2, 2012 at 1:22 pm

    Your list brought back lots of memories for me of my teenage girls when they were this little! Thank you! Such treasured moments!

    • Reply katherine May 3, 2012 at 9:50 pm

      So glad this brought back some happy memories. That’s why I started doing this in the first place. I know I’ll forget by the time he’s grown up!

  • Reply kat May 2, 2012 at 4:36 pm

    You just brought smiles and laughter to my day! Thank you.

    • Reply katherine May 3, 2012 at 9:22 pm

      Kat, that’s one of the best comments. If I can make everyone laugh and smile then I feel like I”m doing well. So glad I made you laugh!

  • Reply Auntie SuSu, May 25, 2012 at 6:41 am

    So delightful to read. Truly makes my day!,

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