Well it’s been a few weeks since I’ve written anything on here. It’s been a busy few weeks of work and events, birthday and engagement celebrations, and just general life really.
I so wish that they’d stop wasting their time trying to make smartphones smarter and instead focus their efforts on creating a real life Bernard’s Watch. (For those that don’t remember Bernard’s Watch, Bernard basically had the best invention ever, a watch that stopped time so he could run around and get things done.) I’m never going to give up on my dream of Bernard’s Watch becoming a real thing, I would gladly welcome another seven hours in the day.
Harley’s 19 months old now (and 23 days) and fully loving toddler life. He’s learning new words all the time, sings along with all the classics and is a super keen dancer – Strictly Come Dancing is his new favourite, particularly Louise Redknapp (just like his Grandad).
#ToddlerLife is fully on in our home, here are just a few of the sure fire signs that demonstrates that…
- Fingerprints. EVERYWHERE. Windows, doors, washing machine window, mirrors, radiators. EVERYWHERE.
- Laughing approximately 10 times more everyday. Toddlers are hilarious, that’s a fact. Even when they’re doing something they shouldn’t be doing or throwing a wobbler, they’re still so funny. And cute.
- Home décor changes. Minimalistic with greys and whites would have been how I’d described our house pre #ToddlerLife, now we’re totally channelling Playroom Chic à la fingerprints and crumbs.
- The living room becomes a toddler assault course. Jumping on the sofas and attempting a climb on the bookcase. #ToddlerLife
- Telling inanimate items off. Basically it’s their fault your toddler ran into them and hit their head/stubbed their toe and you’re both going to tell the object that it is. I don’t care how long you’ve been there Mr Dining Table. Oh yeah, you also call these inanimate objects real names too.
- Trips to the shops are off. Now I am a big shopping fan, in fact I’d call it a hobby, but despite all the trips to the shops over his 19 months of life Harley hates it. Nothing quite says a chilled out mooch around the shops on a Wednesday afternoon then having to drag your toddler out of Boots because he almost smashed several bottles of aftershave. I think I’ll stick to solo trips when daddy’s at home in future.
- The bestest bestie. The best bit about #ToddlerLife is that your little bestie is fully aware of the fact that you’re besties. It makes me so happy when Harley comes running towards me with his arms open for a cuddle, or chats to me on the phone at lunchtime when I’m work or greets me at the front door to help me carry in the shopping from the supermarket. Just don’t ask him to say ‘mummy’ because he thinks it’s hilarious to say ‘daddy’ instead.
It’s funny because I never really thought about the toddler stage when he was a baby, I think I was just so consumed with him being a baby that I didn’t really look ahead. Yes my house might be* messier and the living room might* resemble an Aladdin’s cave of toys with a couple of sofas and a TV shoved in, but #ToddlerLife is fun.
The Aspiring Yummy Mummy. x