Last week you were two. Time seems to be flying by so very quickly. I look back at photographs of you as a baby or at one year old, and it seems much longer ago than it really is. I wish time wasn’t passing quite so quickly, that memories weren’t fading from technicolour to grey amidst the humdrum chaos of everyday life. I want to remember the amazingness of you in every moment, in glorious detail.
In the past year your personality has really started to develop. The cheeky twinkle in your eye shines brighter and your smile is wider. You are a sweet, engaging boy and you win hearts easily. For a child so young, you seem remarkably confident and self assured. When you started at nursery, you barely cried. “Bye bye Mummy” you said at the second session, and then marched off to investigate the stickle bricks without so much as a backwards glance. The staff at the nursery all adore you - I know you are a favourite, with your cheeky smile and the way you wander up with your arms wide open and say; “cuddle” or "friend". It makes me so happy to see that you are such a confident little boy.
You speak well now and can almost always make yourself understood. Of late, you are demonstrating more finesse and 'peeassse' and ‘annk ooo' are now voluntarily included in your vocabulary. Your stock catch phrase is ‘one more’. For everything...'one more' cuddle, kiss, programme on the TV, biscuit, swing...everything is ‘one more’ You love to ask me if I’d like a ‘cup of tea’ and to direct me in the various steps of making it, helping where it is safe to do so. You like me to have the ‘Baa baa sheep’ cup and would prefer it if I took sugar so you could spoon it from the bowl (sorry about that - but at least Daddy obliges on that score.).
You are extremely ticklish and should you be tickled you will laugh incessantly whilst saying ‘funny mummy’, a phrase which is used remarkably often; sometimes for things I can understand are funny - and others I don't think are - but nevertheless you find amusing. You are such a happy chap. My favourite thing is when you say ‘lucky mummy’; whether I be eating a biscuit or you are simply giving me one of your wonderful koala cuddles. When I hear those words, I always think the same thing; how true it is, and how very lucky I am to have you.
Your favourite song is “Happy’ by Pharrell Williams. What a modern child you are. You have made it your own - you request it all the time at home and I love to watch you dance to it. It fits your personality perfectly - and my whole life I know it will always remind me of you.
You are an agile little chap. Naturally a fast runner and comfortable in the water at swimming. You seem to pick things up easily. For your birthday we bought you a mini micro scooter and you can’t wait to get going. I just need to persuade you to wear the helmet first. And you will wear it... no matter how many times you tell me you won’t. Otherwise you and your ‘scoot scoot’ will be confined to the kitchen forever.
Your favourite food is pizza from the wood fired oven in the garden. Boy, can you put it away; fellow table guests never fail to be amazed at your pizza eating abilities. You get most excited when it is being prepared and once the pizza board hits the table - you are silent. Pizza eating is serious business as far as you are concerned.
You are a great companion to have around, generally days with you pass quickly and easily. You absolutely love puzzles and will happily spend an hour simply completing puzzle after puzzle. We have more puzzles in our house than we know what to do with - but you never seem to tire of them, whether it’s at 7pm or when you get up at 5.30am. Many a morning we have sat at the kitchen table and puzzled away while the sun has risen. (Yes, you still get up regularly at 5.30am...please can you stop that?). You seem remarkably uninterested in TV with the exception of one programme. You love Sofia the First. You, Pip and I often snuggle up on the sofa after tea and watch the latest episode - Pip pretends he is watching it with you in case you get ‘scared’, not that there is anything to be scared of, and despite his protestations that he doesn’t like princesses, you and I both know he loves them really. I love those moments when the three of us all snuggle up silently in the dim light together.
The bonds of brotherly love between the two of you continue to grow. For the most part, you get on well. You are more strong willed and head strong than your brother; when you have your “moments” and I have to be firm with you, Pip relishes in watching you get told off. You are by nature, a good boy though and the word sorry does not have to be wheedled out of you but is offered up readily when you know it’s needed. ‘Lolly Mamma’ you say, usually then offering outstretched arms and the word ‘hug’. You know a hug makes everything alright and I find it almost impossible to be cross with you for more than a few seconds.
In the past six months we have been attending a messy art club together. Each Friday we make our way to the bottom of an artist’s garden to create clay sculptures or paint a giant witch, spider,castle or boat. You wear a full body suit and wellies - place your hands in the paint trays and prints and paint using just your hands, a fly swat, a sponge, anything you can see to create a masterpiece. Occasionally you will chase me round the garden with a menacing grin threatening to put wet paint hand prints on my trousers. I love how much you have enjoyed it, and how you’ve changed from a boy who didn’t like getting his hands mucky at first to one who now revels in it. This one hour each Friday is one of the highlights of my week.
There is no question that right now, you are a Mummy’s boy. Maybe that will change in time; perhaps it is because Pip and his father are so close, you gravitate towards me more. Let me tell you a secret... I love it. I love the bond we have. You are a joy to be around. Your father jokes that you have me wrapped around your little finger, and if I’m honest with myself, there is more than a grain of truth in that statement. So be it.
You will be one of the oldest in your year and nearly five when you go to school, I know these pre-school years are going to rattle past quickly, and before I know it, you’ll be standing on the front step for that first day photo and ready to go. But right now, when I feel you growing so quickly, when I lament each passing phase, I console myself with the fact I still have you with me for another three years, and I think the very words you say to me all the time. Lucky Mummy.
Happy Birthday, my wonderful, darling boy. xxx