Wilf is now a little over two years old, well two years and four months to be exact. I stopped counting in months pretty much since he turned one as saying things like 15 or 20 months just got me confused and sounds a bit too much like maths. So it goes one year, a year and a half, two and now two and a bit.
Being two and being Wilf is pretty fun. This boy has the best sense of humour, he will throw a look just at the right moment or make observations on just how silly his folks really are (like when I got my coat caught on my dress) *sigh* 'oh mummy, why are you pretending to be a super hero?' *raises eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders*.
He is kind and mischievous and fickle and clever and oh so cute and adorable. He will run into my legs and burry his face in my skirt and tell me 'you are the best mummy in the whole wide world'. He will also have a complete meltdown at the end of the road when I was unable to change the colour of the car we passed that was just 'too blue'.
He is confident but wary of strangers and will tell any dog that passes him on the street that it is bad 'you bad dog!'. He will spend days refusing to eat anything but pasta and he will demand to wear his red wellies and socks even when it is boiling outside.
Pretending we are a menagerie of animals is one of the only ways I can make him hurry up on the way to nursery. You will often see me hopping passed the coffee shop and galloping passed the greengrocers in the early morning. Wilf is a child that is at home in a cafe, he knows where the counter is and will march up and demand 'babyccino please!' 'and a biscuit too?'. He loves listening to stories and will recount to the most amazing detail what happened in his bedtime tale, we are currently reading Babar fyi.
Every morning he will shout from his bedroom that the sun is up and will come running round the corner and into our bed with owley and panda tucked under each arm. Ready for a day of adventures!
When I found out I was having a boy I felt a little stumped, what did I know about boys? What do boys do? What do they like? The truth is I am girly girl. I was the little girl that loved dolls, and flowers and fairy dresses. Wilf likes cars and football and I struggled with thinking I should try and like these things too. I don't, I hate playing cars, but that's OK. Wilf also likes baking and 'crafting' and painting and singing (although lately I'm not allowed to sing, Wilf say's it's a 'bad noise'). He loves cuddles and stories and so many many other wonderful things we can both enjoy.
So it's OK that playing cars and kicking a ball can be something he can enjoy with Tom (so so thankful!). Being a mama to this boy is the most wonderful experience. At the end of the day if we are stuck for something to do we can still go to the park and take selfless and shake the sillies out*
*yes that is a Yo Gabba Gabba refrence
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