I’m starting this blog series because it will be nice for you to look back on someday, maybe in 5 years time, maybe in 20. Whenever you’re interested in learning about the blonde haired, (assuming you don’t keep your golden locks) cheeky little toddler you once were, this blog will be here for you to read.
No doubt I will have forgotten the details of your toddlerhood too, so this will assist in helping me remember. Which is great, because I’m kinda scared that I will forget what you were like, heck what it was like being a mum to you, my sweet 16-month-old boy.
So yes, I’m going to begin with a significant day - Christmas Day 2018, your second Christmas.
For your dad and I, the day started like any other. We came into your room just before 7 after being awoken by the sound of you happily babbling away to yourself in your cot.
It seems a silly because you have no idea what Christmas is, or that it’s any different to any other day in the calendar but we were so excited nevertheless. We were sure you could sense there was something different going on, something special and that was enough to fuel our anticipation.
The first unusual happening of the day was that there was a stocking placed at the end of your cot - Father Christmas had been!
We helped you unwrap the presents as you were still half asleep. You received; a couple of cars, some fruit baby snacks, a moon ball, dummies, a toy hulk and a stuffed elephant that you can write on with washable pens. You seemed to be happy with everything, except for hulk, after a quick chew on his head you banished him to the floor.
You came downstairs and into the living room to find another surprise; a toy train chugging around our Christmas tree. Your face lit up and you headed straight for it, derailing it mere seconds later.
As we had already set up the table especially for dinner we all ate breakfast in the living room while watching a Madagascar Christmas special on the telly. As a treat we gave you a pain au chocolat (we don't give you chocolate yet) and you devoured every morsel, making quite the mess.
After a bit of play time in the morning we went to nanny’s house so Daddy could cook in peace, without you circling his ankles and asking for ‘up’.
We headed back home (along with Nanny and uncle Marcus) just before dinner was due to be served up. As you're a creature of habit we decided to have dinner at noon to fit in with your normal schedule.
The house smelled amazing, Daddy had been busy. We ditched the traditional turkey this year in favour of duck and gammon with all the trimmings. You tried almost everything and seemed to enjoy it, especially the potatoes, parsnips and the carrots.
After dinner the present opening commenced. This took quite some time as you had lots of things to open, especially from Nanny who brought you a big bag brimming with gifts. Because of your non-existent attention span you only managed to open a few before we had to assist. Amongst the gifts you received were; a wooden toy train, a mario top, a bowser puppet, a hammer and ball bench, a tool box, a bath book, a memory capsule, a toot-toot airport and a toy pushchair.
Unsurprisingly your favourite present was your toy pushchair (you were obsessed with your real one hence why we bought you a mini version). However, we’ve had to hide it for now as you kept climbing on it and throwing strops when we told you off. Hopefully you will learn to use it properly soon.
In an attempt to coax ourselves out of the food comas we were in we decided to take a walk to the local park. It was here that you discovered you could walk up the big metal slide - or at least daddy made you believe you could by holding you up from behind. The look of pride and sense of achievement on your face when you reached the top was priceless.
On returning home you were very tired and a little grouchy so we put you down for a nap while we ate pudding and played some of games. An hour or so later you woke up happy and raring to play with your new toys. And play you did, until it was time for food. Yes, more food.
We all sat at the table once more to feast on a selection of different cheeses. You love cheese (fun fact: cheese was one of your first words) so were delighted when your Christmas Mickey Mouse plate was presented to you with crackers, cheese and grapes. You ate the lot and even had a cheeky little bit of Christmas cake for pudding. You loved this and kept asking for 'moor' much to our amusement.
And that was it, just like that it was nearly your bedtime, the end of your second Christmas. And what a lovely day it had been, a Christmas that I will remember fondly for many years to come.
Lots of love,
Mummy (or mum, depending on how old you are when you read this)
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