There’s so little baby left in my boy. Only the little dimples above his elbows and on his little hands… and of course when he sleeps he still looks like an angelic little baby. So when I look at him, it’s not so hard to believe that he is well on his way to 3 now. It’s a whole other story when I think back to his baby days, even my pregnancy and it feels like it just happened the other day, and I realise so much time has passed.
So my baby boy is 2 and a half now… WOW!!! He amazes me these days at how quickly he learns. My jaw dropped the other day when he started to sing the ABC song and nearly hit every single letter, only missing one here and there. Guess I have to thank the iPad for that because he loves playing with it and he learns so much with the educational apps. He also repeats words like a parrot after us. I found it incredibly funny when I spoke to my hubby, calling him “Poekie” and then my little boy also chirped in “Poekie, Poekie!”. Oh there’s so many times that he just puts a smile on my face regarding the way he talks or the things he say – like for instance he calls toilet paper “puppies” just because there’s pictures of puppies on it. He also refuses to call bread just it, he insists on calling it “toastie” whether it’s toasted or not. And Creme Soda is “groen” just because of the color of it, and Oros is Oh-oh-oh-oh-Oros. Thomas also remains Teeeeet-teeet, because of the sound he makes, even though he says more complicated names like Gordon etc.
Physically, my boy is one active little dude. He loves running, climbing, hop, skip and jumping, riding on his scooter or bike, and yes my Twinkle Toes still loves to dance. It’s rare for him to sit still. So taking him on a shopping trip is still rather daunting, even with both me and hubby around, because he’s all over the place. Our favorite outings is either to the beach, or to Windsor where he can climb and run to his heart’s content, or African Sky’s where me and hubby can sit for a bit and he can run around as there’s no real danger for him there. We all love the beach immensely, I’m just scared that Jamie is so fearless of the water, so either me or hubby has to be within his reach when he goes to close to the waves.
Since the beginning of the year, Jamie moved on to a bigger class which is hosted in the building next door to the daycare he was going to originally. I knew he was going to have a hard time after the holidays, but I didn’t realise that it’s going to be so hard. Today is the start of the 3rd week and he is still crying when hubby drops him off. Granted it is new teachers, a new building, new activities and so on, but I think the hardest part is that he had to leave his best mate, Tristan behind because Tristan isn’t in the process of potty training yet. In the afternoons when hubby fetches him he is perfectly fine, and it looks like he likes Marlene, the new teacher, so I hope he finds his groove there soon, because it breaks my heart when he cries for me or asks to stay home with me.
All in all, life is still good at 2 and a half! I truly love life with my little boy – he is one amazing little person, a little person with a big heart who loves hugs, kisses and cuddles (when it suits him of course).
Jamie-Jame, Happy 30 Months my angel-child. Love ya lots like jellytots ~ mwah ~