Twenty-Three and a bit months, less than three weeks until the big Two.
Your Family. You are completely besotted with both your Nan’s, your Aunt Vicky (“Bickee”) and Uncle Wil (“Woo”) in fact, you totally forget Mama if you’re in the company of other family members. You often ask to visit them, or bring my phone to me so you can call them to “Come visit soon!”.
You’re rapt with colors, your favorite is easily Yellow (“ye-wow!”). You can recognize and name all colors. You’re also keen on shapes, you love triangles the most. We’re working on counting, you often count to three, then skip to seven, eight, nine; then give me a high-five and run off.
You don’t really dig television all that much, but you’re quite partial to Peppa Pig and Bananas In Pajamas.
“Ooo look Mum! Ah-nanis in ah-jah-meees!”.
You love The Black Keys, and also a bit of Bob Marley. I love to sing Three Little Birds to you and Matilda, while we dance the sillies out.
Grapes are your favorite food right now, and also Vegimite sandwiches. You often yell “small bowl of gapes pease Mum…” and “a Begy-mite sammitch yeah? Mmmm, yum!”.
You’re quite partial to your new navy gumboots I bought you for Autumn, you love them because when they’re on we’re usually on our way into the great outdoors to play in the dirt.
Potty training and trying to unlearn the word “fuck” that you picked up from your foul-mouthed Mother, oh dear.