|Our little grown-up boy|
Sometimes we look at the calendar and wonder where the time has gone. We are fast approaching autumn and in two days’ time will have been in the UK for four months, and Dairy Cottage for three.
Little E is not so little anymore: the baby who was toddling when we landed (but still mostly crawling) now runs everywhere as fast as his legs can carry him. He walks very firmly and solidly – when he is upstairs and one of us is downstairs all you can hear is
“thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk” hither and yon as he runs between bathroom and bedroom.
|I’m the King of the Castle…|
E can pull himself up onto the kitchen chairs and the couches in the lounge room – albeit with a bit of scrabbling and flailing. He is a bit of a climber-in-the-making, and we have had several sticky situations – especially on the first floor. R has since installed child-proof window catches, which has gone some way to helping us feel more at ease.
|It was very quiet in the playroom – looks like we have a reader-in-the-making.|
E loves our next-door neighbours very much and is usually not downstairs for long after breakfast before he is ‘asking’ H to put on his shoes so he can get outside to knock on the gate. Once through the gate he makes a beeline for the (usually) open kitchen door, then plonks himself on ‘Nanny’s’ lap with little ceremony. We think their house is like an Aladdin’s cave for him – full of things he doesn’t encounter at home, all of which he is allowed to touch and play with (carefully) as long as he puts them back in the right spots. Thus far he is good as gold: playing with keys and ‘unlocking’ all the doors; moving magnets around on the fridge and squeezing himself next to the person with the most comfortable-looking chair. Some days (not all) he is given a cup of juice or water or maybe a chocolate digestive. H is not so keen on the biscuit since the last time when she ended up with little chocolate handprints all over her nice clean shirt and trousers.
|Ok, so it’s upsidedown and not quite Shakespeare, but already he has a devoted audience.|
He also loves the garden next-door (which is truly a garden, rather than merely a patch of lawn and a couple of flower beds, like ours) so when the inside conversation and activities get a little slow he trots out to play with the flowerpots, wheelbarrows, the hand-cranked water pump, multiple watering-cans and the bead curtain at the entrance to the greenhouse. In high summer when the garden loungers were out, E delighted in stretching himself full length in the most lushly padded one. The prince is firmly in charge of his little kingdom on the other side of the gate.
|This is his “Look what I can do” face.|
E is getting taller now – his head now rises above the level of the kitchen table – and he remains quite strong. The things he manages to lift and drag are often enormous, but we are almost used to it now, except if someone else comments, when we remember that it isn’t as common as we think.
|First go at an ice block.|
He is still keen on his food, although more sensitive to textures than before. He isn’t particularly fussy – although grapefruit and melon are not favourites – but makes himself heard when things don’t go according to plan. Last week, H was preparing to give him morning tea but obviously wasn’t moving fast enough… E got his bib, put it on and then climbed into the highchair (which we didn’t know he could do) as if to say “What’s the hold up? I’m famished.” He truly is an entertaining little fellow and we are having a lot of fun together.
|A young Bendicks BitterMints fan|
One of our favourite forms of entertainment while eating is to watch the birds on our bird feeder. We are slowly learning all the different kinds – nuthatches, tits, robins and the odd woodpecker. We’ve even seen next-door’s scavenging squirrel heading for our bird-table, but so far we’ve been able to frighten him off before he snatches so much as a mouthful.
|With T – a special visitor from Aus.|
He is now saying a few more words than before, including the names of his two best friends from down the road. ‘Tractor’ is possibly the clearest of all his words, bar ‘Mum’ and ‘Dad’, but he makes himself understood to us quite well – if not always to people outside the family circle.
|“No, Officer, of course I wasn’t texting and driving at the same time.”|
We hope that (doting though this is) you’ve got a reasonable idea of where E is up to as well as a sense of his cheeky self.
|He loves to sit with Chaucer-Bear and watch all that’s going on in the kitchen.|
* Virgil: Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore, which means, “But meanwhile it flees: time flees irretrievably, while we wander around, prisoners of our love of detail.”