Time goes by so quickly that I find it useful to jot down all the things that my little cheeky monkey did for the first time during the month. I call it my Month of 1st’s. I want this to be something I can look back on to remind myself of major milestones and tender moments. I also can’t believe how quickly time is passing and how much he is growing up. Here is what happened for the first time in July.
- Finger painting – I am not the arty type, so in a moment of madness I got the paints out and we decided to give it a go. How did it go? I got two pictures, a tie dye t-shirt (not in the plan) and some stained glass windows (also not in the plan).
- Big boys bed – we might be a bit late to do this but only because your Daddy needed to find the time to do it. And after seeing how fiddly it was I was left in no doubt as to why he wouldn’t let me have a go.
- Associated Wimbledon with grunting and not with playing tennis – Sharapova v Williams. Need I say anymore?
- Got a big boys haircut
- Turned 2 (sob – slow down!!)
- Started saying Happy Birthday to everyone and then expecting cake – GaGa, Hollie, Mummy and Harry have all had their birthday this month so it must have been very confusing.
- Amazed us with saying the names of your Dinosaurs – T-Rex, Stegosaurus, and my favourite one that you say Dictodocuth (Diplodocus)
- Won an award for best boy dancer and surprised and delighted Mummy and Daddy with your disco moves – gandam style!
- Went on a boat as a birthday treat and said hello to every dog, canoeist, rower and duck that we went past
- Saw a tramp – and courtesy of big sister who taught you the word – you then said it to numerous passers-by that day.
- Didn’t eat the sand when we went to the beach – YYYEEAAAHHH! To understand my joy please feel free to read the horror story of our last beach excursion – Pooping Sandcastles
- Had your very first dinner date – Mummy cooked up cod loin wrapped in Italian breadcrumbs on a bed of dauphinoise shaped potatoes covered in bean jus – OK, OK fish fingers, potato waffles and beans. In my defence I am a working mum and by no means a contestant for Masterchef.
And on the very last day of the month you were able to say the words “Happy Birthday Mummy”. A truly magical moment and better than any present I could have wished for.
Harry’s Honest Mummy x
The last week has been a bit of a blur because it was completely dominated by my little cheeky monkey’s 2nd birthday. Yes 2!! I can’t believe it. The preparation that went in to it was exhausting. We had to clean, plan what to eat, buy the food, cook the food, wrap presents, sort the cake out, buy last-minute bits and bobs and somewhere amongst all of this we had to fit in going to work. But whilst I sound like I am moaning, it was definitely all worth it. We made a weekend of it.
I mentioned a few weeks ago in an earlier post how much Harry enjoyed it when I took him down by the River Dee. So for his birthday treat I arranged for us all to go back there and go on a boat trip. He absolutely loved waving at all the canoeists, ducks, and dog walkers. He even waved at the tramp we spotted on the embankment. He isn’t fussy with who he greets! Although for the next hour or two he thought it was hilarious to shout “Hi Tramp” to everyone he walked past (thanks Big Sis for teaching him that). After that we went to his favourite park and he treated his dinosaurs – because he goes everywhere with them – to a go on the slide and the swings. After an action-packed day they all slept soundly on the way home.
That night my husband and I actually found some time for ourselves. We went to a friend’s 40th birthday celebrations. The tone of the night was set within 30 seconds when I found a shot of sambuca thrust in to my hand. It was a great night. However, the small matter of hosting a child’s party the following day did escape my mind……….needless to say I woke up feeling very sorry for myself.
Everyone turned up in the afternoon – just when I needed my nap – and H got to run around in the garden with his friends and have a great time. I only heard the word “mine” once. I expected a few more and so I am really proud of him for sharing. My parents bought him a trampoline and ever since we put it up all I now hear is “Mummy come on” whilst being dragged towards it. Sometimes I don’t even get the chance to dump my bags down. Ok, I am not exactly being dragged as I love it too.
Much to his dad’s disapproval I bought Harry a Liverpool top for his birthday. I wanted to buy him his first shirt before some joker bought him one from a rival club. I think he looks pretty pleased with it.
That smile certainly made my week – magical!
Have a good week everyone.
Harry’s Honest Mummy x
(PS: Note to self. Next year I am not going to go out the night before, but if I do then I shall remain sober!)