5 poignant parenting moments from the last month
I’ve been too busy to blog of late (working hard, sleeping
hard), but while I’ve been away, Jack seems to have stopped being a baby, and
become a real little person. From the moment he mastered walking properly, it’s
like he’s in a race to grow up. I’m clinging desperately onto him and trying to
enjoy every moment.
...But it would be a lot easier if he ever stayed still for
more than 30 seconds.
Here are a few of the moments that have made me catch my
breath in the last month or so.
Jack performed his first joke. After trying a bit of
grapefruit juice (far too sharp) he recoiled in horror. Enjoying my laughter,
he repeated the act at least 20 times.
Sitting on the worktop next to me as I grated cheese, he
took a bit to eat. “Are you stealing mummy’s cheese?” I said. He pointed at it,
looking at me and said “cheese” as clear as you like. One of his first words (having
mastered cat, dada, and a couple of others already), since the ‘cheese’ moment
it feels like he’s learning a word a day.
None of which are ‘mummy’.
...Not that I care.
Although he can say ‘Ziggy’, the cat’s name, which is a bit
much.
He’s grown roughly eight teeth in the space of two weeks. He
now has about 16 (it’s hard to be exact as every time I try to open his mouth to
look I almost lose a finger), and on really bad days the pain of growing teeth
means he swings from ecstasy to agony in seconds and at times I’ve resorted to
tirelessly pacing up and down the Thames while he snoozes in his pram. Oh, how
I miss those early days.
(Not really, that was hellish.)
Jack’s learnt to
properly kiss and cuddle. He not only flings himself into my arms and kisses me
at every given opportunity (heart-burstingly-brilliant), he also apparently enjoys
kissing a girl called Chloe at nursery. Sorry to Chloe’s folks.
But despite the kisses and cuddles, at soft play with his
friends this week, I reached for his hand and he palmed it away, striding on
ahead. Heartbreak. Is this the future? Is my boy outgrowing me already, at 15
months?
Bring on Christmas, the chocolate-induced highs,
sugar-crashing lows, and all the teething tantrums in between.
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