Stop growing will you!
I’m writing this in the kitchen while my wife decorates a birthday cake for Georgie who turns one next week. And yes I know it’s a cliché but will my children please stop growing!!!
Here’s a picture taken today. I thought I should publish it, it maybe the only sunny garden day we’ll get this year!
Just recently I’ve got to thinking about this. When Galla was growing up we knew that we wanted a second child. As she grew out of various clothes I knew that they may see the light of day again. Georgie is growing quickly and it’s quite sad now when she grows out of something, I know we’re not going to see those cute little outfits again. Next there will no doubt be a battle with my wife while we decide what clothes she wants to keep for posterity and what I can recycle. There is a huge box in the loft with a question mark hanging over it for just such a decision day.
I always find it amusing that as soon as a child turns one a whole new world opens up to them; they can drink cows milk, eat honey and no longer need their bottles sterilised for example. What magical switch in their body flicks over on their birthday to enable this? Joking aside though I am really looking forward to getting rid of the steriliser that has been resident on our kitchen for the past three years. Equally not having to buy formula ever again is also a money-saving godsend.
The magic number
Three…the age of Galla. Most parents are guilty of this and we definitely are. We all think our child is so grown up that we expect so much more of them than they are sometimes able to give. Galla’s challenges with the toilet are a case in point. Absolutely everyone tells us, “she will get it” I’m just an impatient person and can’t wait until she does, which means I get a tad frustrated when she doesn’t get it. My wife reminded me this evening that what all children her age want to do is please their parents. Yet I am showing my frustration and disappointment with her. It’s not fair on her, I agree. It’s just hard.
She starts ballet lessons next week, where I just drop her off and collect her at the end of it. When Georgie starts day nursery for a morning a week soon I’ll be able to take Galla swimming again, this time she’ll be in the pool just with the teacher and not me. Crikey, when are all these milestones going to end?? Before too long we’ll be like some of our friends and wondering what do with ourselves at the weekend while our teen-age kids lock themselves in their rooms ignoring us.