Possum! You are TWO!
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| Three days old |
We even managed to celebrate your two-ness, amidst the absolute chaos of moving house. But until the adult you approves of me plastering naked photos of you all over here, there are very few internetable photos as evidence of this... You and clothes are simply not friends at the moment, you see. I do my best to get pants (or at least undies!) on you by the time somebody arrives at our door, and anything else is a real bonus! But really, who wouldn't want to run around blowing and popping bubbles with no clothes on... I get it... :) Now you sing happy birthday to the cornflakes, to your trains, to your bobby car, to a banana...
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| Two years old! |
While you don't seem to be such a fan of clothes right now, you definitely seem to love our new house. Never before have I been so aware that my own happiness is dependent on yours. What if you had hated it? If you spent the whole time crying and begging for our old house, unable to sleep in your bed whatsoever... what would we have done? Instead, you love your new room, which is now big enough to hold a bunch of your toys, and where you will happily play
on your own for minutes at a time! Multiples of minutes! In a totally different room to me! Wowsers. And while listening to
Komm Sing Mit for 45 minutes, you will play with your cars and trains and stickers, quietly singing along, totally independently. This has me gobsmacked, when only a couple of weeks ago I needed to hold your hand while you played with your playdough (quite a feat). I think perhaps it is because you always know where I am here. Everything is open, you can always see me, you feel safe.
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| Your new style of play keeps you VERY busy! |
Every morning, I almost cry from the overwhelming love that I feel for you when you quietly pop out of bed, pat pat pat pat next door to our room, tentatively stand at the door and say, "Mummy?" and wait for me to pull the covers back. Then in you come, snuggle your little body in so tightly against mine (with Arnold, your car cushion, Ubu the dog and as many dummies as you can hold), and close your eyes. This morning, I whispered a little "Good morning" in your ear, and you whispered it back to me. I then whispered "I love you" and you whispered it back. My goodness, it must be simply impossible for one human being to love something more than I love you.
It was a pretty good morning in all, my love, because you also lifted up my shirt and gave the baby in my belly a kiss and a little gentle rub. Each morning I take my prenatal vitamins (breakfast for the baby) and you have also started to want to take tablets for the 'Baby in Ruben's belly'. Lucky that an oat puff is a decent tablet substitute to you! You are going to be the most beautiful big brother, my beautiful boy.
I love you so much, little one. And still, every day, you amaze me.
Love Mummy.
