I’ve never really been one for blogging about the children every month. After they are two, I often think yearly roundups are about enough but this week, G turned two and a half and I couldn’t let it slip without saying something.
If I thought the jump in development from one to two was big, it has been nothing compared to the jump from two to two and a half.
Of course, in that time, we have welcomed another baby to the family and it seemed that the minute Baby J arrived, G became all grown up over night.
It is both amazing and heart breaking really. A new, real baby meant G was no longer an actual baby. He is so special though that I honestly think, like all of my children, he will always be my baby.
Living with G is like living with a whirlwind. He doesn’t walk, he runs. He even runs down the stairs which I sometimes can’t bare to watch.
He still has no fear and, if anything, his fearlessness has only gone worse.
If he hears any music he likes, he dances and it’s not your usual toddler dance-his little feet move at an alarming rate and it is the cutest thing to watch.
G seems to get skinnier and skinnier. He is just too busy to eat. Whereas Boo loves her food, G sees eating as an inconvenience which gets in the way of his playing.
He loves all toys but especially little animals, dinosaurs and soft toys. He has no favourite as yet but we have those little mice from IKEA which are up there (what is it with my children and mice?) as well as some Melissa and Doug horses which were for Boo but G has adopted them all as his own.
If you ever see me post photos with G in them on social media, always zoom in on his hands. There is usually some kind of creature being carried.
He is a bright child and loves nothing more than concentrating really hard on how things work. He often works toys out well before me and, when he can’t work them, it really frustrates him.
Of everything though, the last six months have seen an absolute explosion in language. He chatters all day long. When you read a book to him, he repeats the words after you and he listens to everything.
He doesn’t always get the words right. He can now call dinosaurs by their correct name but he refers to his toy dinosaurs as dodos and it really does melt my heart.
We have just come out of a rather long Stick Man phase where we have to read it to him several times a day. I know it off by heart now and, in times of impeding tantrums, I can usually calm him buy reciting the first few lines of his favourite book.
I love to watch him. I like watching him looking at books-you can see his mind working as he absorbs everything on the photos. I like watching him eat (when he does it) although he has a bad habit of putting whole things in his mouth so I have to cut a lot of things up still, otherwise he would just try to swallow them without chewing.
He is a typical boy in the sense that he is not interested in drawing or colouring in at all. We have had some delightful drawings on the living room walls but, unlike his sister, colouring is just not for him at all.
After all of those years when we thought we would only have one child, as well as having a difficult start with Boo, watching G grow is an absolute delight.
While I don’t want to wish it away at all, I can’t wait to see what is around the next corner. I know one thing though, it won’t be boring with G.
My boy is two and a half.