It’s been a while and I had pretty much considered this blog closed since passing my goal of blogging about my first year as a mum.
I extracted the particularly lyrical pieces of text, copied the pics and bound it up in ready-to-print form as a keepsake for Lenny when he’s old enough to appreciate it.
But things change and now that number two is on his way I know I have got to at least match my last effort if my second born is not to forever accuse me of favouring numero uno.
So without further ado, I declare this blog reborn with new vigour and enthusiasm – and, of course, an updated pic of the first born!
Lenny gardening with a broken collar bone - a man's work is never done.
So, would it be wrong of me to ask the identity of the biter?
Not sure if I really call this an ‘accident’ … sounds more like an ‘incident’ to me. Anyway, it looks like he got pretty good treatment – more than he’s received for various home accidents like falls from high places and face-plants on the cement.
I find it amusing that they have to go to so much trouble over a few little teeth marks. It would take a bit more than that to scare Lenny. In fact, I’ve never seen another child make him cry. Although I have noticed him having that effect on other littlies a few times recently. He’s not mean at all, just very keen to socialise in a physical way.
I wonder how long it will be before some other kid is taking an accident report home because of Lenny?
As you can see, I’m not a little baby anymore. I’m a big boy now. I like to help out by watering the plants. It’s good because sometimes mum doesn’t remember to give me a drink and I can just get one straight from the hose. I talk a lot now. I don’t think these guys here know what I’m saying but you can understand me, can’t you? Anyway, I’m very, very busy so I better go. Talk soon…
Thank goodness for these warm spring days. Lenny can now amuse himself for hours in the garden. He has a little bucket and spade and wanders around digging dirt, pulling out weeds, picking nana’s flowers, playing in the mud and just generally getting his hands dirty.
And I’ve discovered the best thing about gardening – I get to lie on the grass and read while it all happens!
And another opens. And then it closes. And then it opens. And closes. And opens.
This is our life at the moment. Lenny has progressed from turning lights on and off to opening and closing doors – cupboard doors, sliding doors, wire doors, front doors.
But how does he reach the handle I hear you wondering. I hold him. Sound ridiculous? It is.
It’s just that tearing him away from the door handle – and I mean literally peeling his little fingers off one by one while he screams blue murder – seems even harder than holding 10 kilos on my hip.
I really need to re-establish who’s boss before it’s too late!
We’ve had a breakthrough. There were no tears at the daycare drop off or pick up yesterday!
It seems like it’s taken weeks but in reality it was only his 8th day considering the few weeks he had off sick. So that’s pretty quick really. It certainly makes leaving him much easier. Although if I had a choice…
I can’t believe a whole year has passed since you were born. So much has happened. You’ve changed and grown day by day. You’ve learned to smile, to sit, to crawl, to cruise, to eat, to laugh, to point, to talk your own special language and so much more. You’ve made us so happy and so tired!
