Welcome to the shortest month of the year.
For whatever reason, Mama seems to be getting unreasonably anxious about passing time. Particularly in regard to her three boys (five if you count the cats). They all seem to be growing up fast (especially Jeffy). Oliver will start big school this September and Pip starts nursery in a matter of weeks. It didn't seem very long ago when I was taking pictures of a grumpy Oliver all spruced up for his first day of nursery school at Tigglets.
Oliver is now interested in absolutely everything. He constantly asks questions about all manner of things from where do cars come from to what would win in various fights. I am finding myself having ludicrous conversations about everything from production lines for cars to his bodily functions (always a pleasure those particular conversations).
His writing is coming along at such a fast pace - I look at things he's written and still double take thinking he couldn't have done that, surely? He now even asks to paint and draw, much to Mama's delight, and is happy to draw some spectacular iconic kid style people. You know the ones: massive heads, tiny bodies, long arms and legs and, an Oliver trademark, all fingers and toes individually drawn with fastidious detail.
He's into his letters and numbers, reading out letters whenever he can and we play phonic 'I Spy' daily (look where he's looking when he says 'I spy...' it's a dead give away). He will make you ask him to add up numbers, so long as they don't go over 10 fingers worth or you get a very blank look.
A sensitive soul, Ol will choose to play with the younger kids wherever he is and will always make sure the baby is being well looked after with cuddles and toys. He took Mia's hand today to show here where some toys were, asking her if she was okay. I don't think there are too many little boys who would think to do that. It makes Mama go a bit goey thinking about it. Although not so much when he talks about wanting another baby. ;-)
Pip, on the other hand, is at the other end of the spectrum and going through what can only be described as an 'assertive phrase'. This is a polite term for being fiercely independent, stubborn and unwilling to make compromises of any sorts. He is very sure of his own mind but the strong spirit is easily palatable with the charm and cheeky grin. When you ask him if he's a monkey, he'll say "Yes. I'm a cheeky monkey" all the while grinning from ear to ear and a glint of mischief in his eyes. Another baby in the house Pip? He might just move out if that happened.
But more than anything else he likes dressing up. He's not fussy about what he dresses up in: a Snow White dress at Emily's or the Spiderman outfit he got for Christmas, but he is always adamant about dressing himself. So specific about exactly what he wants to wear, right down to the odd trainers on the wrong feet. He dressed himself at the weekend to a friend's birthday party in a skeleton outfit, topped off with his Arsenal kit (pronounced Arse-a-nel) and the obligatory odd trainers.
And oh does he make us laugh. The looks we get, the kisses and cuddles and the whacky sense of humour all make for a very, very cute little boy.
In a less chaotic world we'd have downtime but mostly we have to burn off all that energy with lots of castle building with the sofa, lots of really bad hide-and-seek, lots of nudey running around in the bathroom, pre-bathtime, chuffing along the train tracks, lots of racing around the kitchen and playroom 'racetrack' (with a PB of 1m45sec for 10 laps for Oliver). The boys take delight in the simplest things from throwing food across the room or stories at night from Dada. Poor Dada can't get away without a good rendition of Goldilocks and the three [insert chosen animal here - current favourite is squirrels], the Hare and the Tortoise and the Three Little Pigs. The last two are a combo btw.
Mama is even growing up. I'm really enjoying getting a life back (in the nicest possible way boys) and doing stuff for myself. The running is getting easier and I am aiming to do a half marathon this year. Just have to find a really flat one! I run cross country every other weekend and despite it being tough to run up and down all those bloody hills I love the fact I'm out in on a glorious winter day with the cold, crisp air and the sun beating on my back. It's nice to have goals and things to look forward to. Lets face it, if I can't buy a house I may as well run a marathon. ;-)
I start school in September and, although nervous about getting to use my brain in an academic sense, am looking forward to getting stuck into learning. The kids will be a nursery a few days a week so I might even find time for some housework. Or not. There's always a make and do project to be done which has higher priority than scrubbing of floors...
These missive are always hard to write - how do you get a snapshot of the family without sounding twee and sugar-coated? - so forgive me for the stilted writing. You get the picture though? Two little boys growing up fast, losing their puppy fat and looking more and more like kids who will be at nursery and school soon. How did that happen?
Oliver is now interested in absolutely everything. He constantly asks questions about all manner of things from where do cars come from to what would win in various fights. I am finding myself having ludicrous conversations about everything from production lines for cars to his bodily functions (always a pleasure those particular conversations).
His writing is coming along at such a fast pace - I look at things he's written and still double take thinking he couldn't have done that, surely? He now even asks to paint and draw, much to Mama's delight, and is happy to draw some spectacular iconic kid style people. You know the ones: massive heads, tiny bodies, long arms and legs and, an Oliver trademark, all fingers and toes individually drawn with fastidious detail.
He's into his letters and numbers, reading out letters whenever he can and we play phonic 'I Spy' daily (look where he's looking when he says 'I spy...' it's a dead give away). He will make you ask him to add up numbers, so long as they don't go over 10 fingers worth or you get a very blank look.
A sensitive soul, Ol will choose to play with the younger kids wherever he is and will always make sure the baby is being well looked after with cuddles and toys. He took Mia's hand today to show here where some toys were, asking her if she was okay. I don't think there are too many little boys who would think to do that. It makes Mama go a bit goey thinking about it. Although not so much when he talks about wanting another baby. ;-)
Pip, on the other hand, is at the other end of the spectrum and going through what can only be described as an 'assertive phrase'. This is a polite term for being fiercely independent, stubborn and unwilling to make compromises of any sorts. He is very sure of his own mind but the strong spirit is easily palatable with the charm and cheeky grin. When you ask him if he's a monkey, he'll say "Yes. I'm a cheeky monkey" all the while grinning from ear to ear and a glint of mischief in his eyes. Another baby in the house Pip? He might just move out if that happened.
But more than anything else he likes dressing up. He's not fussy about what he dresses up in: a Snow White dress at Emily's or the Spiderman outfit he got for Christmas, but he is always adamant about dressing himself. So specific about exactly what he wants to wear, right down to the odd trainers on the wrong feet. He dressed himself at the weekend to a friend's birthday party in a skeleton outfit, topped off with his Arsenal kit (pronounced Arse-a-nel) and the obligatory odd trainers.
And oh does he make us laugh. The looks we get, the kisses and cuddles and the whacky sense of humour all make for a very, very cute little boy.
In a less chaotic world we'd have downtime but mostly we have to burn off all that energy with lots of castle building with the sofa, lots of really bad hide-and-seek, lots of nudey running around in the bathroom, pre-bathtime, chuffing along the train tracks, lots of racing around the kitchen and playroom 'racetrack' (with a PB of 1m45sec for 10 laps for Oliver). The boys take delight in the simplest things from throwing food across the room or stories at night from Dada. Poor Dada can't get away without a good rendition of Goldilocks and the three [insert chosen animal here - current favourite is squirrels], the Hare and the Tortoise and the Three Little Pigs. The last two are a combo btw.
Mama is even growing up. I'm really enjoying getting a life back (in the nicest possible way boys) and doing stuff for myself. The running is getting easier and I am aiming to do a half marathon this year. Just have to find a really flat one! I run cross country every other weekend and despite it being tough to run up and down all those bloody hills I love the fact I'm out in on a glorious winter day with the cold, crisp air and the sun beating on my back. It's nice to have goals and things to look forward to. Lets face it, if I can't buy a house I may as well run a marathon. ;-)
I start school in September and, although nervous about getting to use my brain in an academic sense, am looking forward to getting stuck into learning. The kids will be a nursery a few days a week so I might even find time for some housework. Or not. There's always a make and do project to be done which has higher priority than scrubbing of floors...
These missive are always hard to write - how do you get a snapshot of the family without sounding twee and sugar-coated? - so forgive me for the stilted writing. You get the picture though? Two little boys growing up fast, losing their puppy fat and looking more and more like kids who will be at nursery and school soon. How did that happen?
posted by Emma Sweetwater at
February 02, 2010
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