It’s been amazing, this whole motherhood thing, watching my baby boy grow from a scrunched up newborn to a rambunctious toddler. Every day now brings something new – a new skill, a new word, a new way to make us laugh, a new challenge to tackle, a new joy to discover.
His favourite family activity right now? Hiding under the blankets – all of us, at the same time. I can’t think of anything that makes him happier than having all three of us giggling away with a blanket over our heads. Our own private family fort.
His favourite words remain “fall” and “crash” – he is a boy, through and through. A delightful, squealing, rough-and-tumble boy. Having grown up with four younger sisters, I have to say, I love having a boy.
(And wow, would I ever love having a girl too.)
Likewise, his favourite toys are still cars. His Oma made him a wonderful quilted car mat for Christmas, which he has been loving.
He’s starting to count along with us now. He’s been “counting” things for a while (pointing while we count), but now he’s starting to say the words too. I’ve been asking him to say his name lately, which sometimes results in a whispered “Ja!” but always results in a fit of giggles. Apparently, it is very funny to ask him to say his name. Who knew?
Pretty much, I just love this little guy.