It was Syd’s birthday a few days ago, he is now a proud brand new three-year old – or a ‘Threenager’ as I have been warned! He is my baby, my youngest by nearly 8 years and definitely my last, and despite my best efforts to slow time down, his baby years have whizzed by and he is already three.
I am treasuring things this time around, savouring the cuddles and smallness, not wishing him onto the next stage, but try as I might he is growing fast and is now a little boy with no hint of baby in sight and even toddlerhood is receding fast – his chubbiness is starting to fade and his physical abilities are losing that waddle and clumsiness as he masters new skills.
He talks ten to the dozen, using long words and full sentences. He has learnt that charm works, and can turn on that cheeky smile when he wants to get his own way. He often offers to ‘keep me company’ when I am trying to get jobs done that would be easier without a tiny helper, but he offers so nicely it is hard to say no.
Toilet training is getting there, albeit slowly. We have achieved total dryness, but only as long as he is naked from the waist down. Monday is the day when I finally ditch the nappies for good and face the world with a huge bag of spare clothes every time we leave the house. I am hoping it will only be a short spell of soggy bottoms and that I will be able to send him back to pre-school in three weeks with not a pull-up in tow. Wish me luck!
He is an utter joy to me and his Dad, and to his siblings. I had worried about how my then 7-year-old would cope with the arrival of a younger brother. He had been the baby and the only boy for so long that I thought his nose may be out of joint, but he adores his brother so much and it is an absolute pleasure to watch them together.
We had a lovely day for his birthday. He woke up saying he was still two, and didn’t want to be three, which lasted a whole 3 minutes before he spotted the pile of presents downstairs! We took him to see planes at Bournemouth Aviation museum – a fab place for fans of flying things, you can get in most of the cockpits and flick switches and wear captains hats.
After a pub lunch we headed home for a tea party with his grandparents and best friend visiting for the occasion. Traditional birthday party fare of egg sandwiches and cheese and pineapple on sticks and cake and candles. He really enjoyed himself, and amazingly the day passed without a meltdown of any kind so I think for once I managed to judge the excitement levels just right, not too little and not too much!
So I can now have a rest after two big birthdays in 4 days, no more until October now thank goodness – my bank account needs time to recover!
Love Miss Cisco XXX