As with every age milestone, I’m not quite sure where the time has gone. But here we are, on the 11th February 2017, having just put our eighteen month old baby toddler to bed (before rapidly scoffing a Chinese takeaway – we know how to live…)
This time last year I was starting to worry about my return to work and couldn’t even imagine what life would be like a year later with a toddler running rings around us. The last six months in particular have flown in and our little boy has flourished in so many ways since he’s started walking (/running everywhere). However, I also think it’s been the most challenging time since embarking on this parenting malarkey – from worrying about his rather limited vocabulary (yes, I know, *eye roll*, it’ll all come in time) to looking up baby boarding schools when he’s been demonstrating rather ‘difficult’ behaviour (like the time he tried to chuck himself in the pond at Holyrood Park and got mud all over my favourite Zara coat). But as always, with the occasional lows, come the unbeatable highs –
- He dances like a maniac & loves to strum Robin’s guitars. He has infinitely better rhythm than I do
- Often ‘cooks’ poor George Pig in a pot in his little kitchen (if you’re not familiar with obnoxious Peppa + her petulant little brother George then you might find this sinister, but I promise you, they deserve what’s coming to them)
- He runs about tidying up the mess he has made like a little house elf which was great, until I discovered he was ‘tidying away’ his dirty pyjamas into the bin
- We’re slowly ticking off items from our Adventure List – it’s felt so good to make the most of our days together and have so many more to look forward to in the coming weeks
- Gives the best cuddles and the biggest smiles. He is confident, fiercely independent and absolutely loves being around people
- In the midst of planning our second family holiday, I can’t help but feel a pang of excitement when I think of all the new experiences he’s going to have (and all the pizza we’ll eat)
These highs serve as a gentle reminder to me to slow down and savour the everyday moments with our little fella. It can be all too easy to wish the time away – “I wonder when he’ll start saying more words” or “I can’t wait until he’ll follow instructions better when we’re out” – but ultimately these things will come and right now we are enjoying him for the little tiny tornado that he is. I definitely needed this reminder tonight when he chucked handfuls of beef stew and rice all down me instead of eating it..!
So despite the odd meltdown, he is still the most smiley little human there is and makes us laugh daily and my heart swell with pride – keep being you Oscar!