Ok we are back. I guess we have been busy. Me growing another little bubba human being and Miss T perfecting a fair few new skills
- how to throw a good old tantrum (if this isn't the terrible 2's I am terrified!)
- how to quack like a duck,
bark like a dog (or Popo in our case) and roar like a lion
- how to feed herself with a
spoon (she has become quite the pro and really delights in this new skill)
- An almost mature
understanding of item in the house and who they belongs to…mum’s bag, dad’s
hat, popo’s ball…she says and delivers...this seriously blows my mind.
- And probably the most endearing of her new achievements…an absolute gusto ritual of saying goodbye or goodnight to Apollo. This involves a repetitive ‘night night Popo or bye Popo” followed by a massive cuddle and kiss on the lips. We do not leave the house or head to bed until this is completed.
Yes Miss T is growing up before our very eyes and most days
we see this big girl who is well on her way to becoming a big sister in November.
But not on Tuesday. Instead I saw a baby girl, my precious
baby girl terrified by a 4 year old Iron Man at the park. The playground was full
of other little kiddies having a great time and Miss T seemed to be the only
one impacted by a little boy dressed in costume from head to toe. I watched her
spot him and observe him from a distance with serious concern before bursting
into tears and running for comfort. And with me she sat until Iron Man headed
home. I felt such compassion for her little mind that was trying to understand
why he looked so different and so scary but I won’t lie, I quietly enjoyed the
long cuddles and company I received at a pace so foreign in the busy world that is Miss T.
Keeping a close eye on Iron Man |
Not convinced about this guy |
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