I know older is not necessarily wiser

I know that this week  I’m definitely older, but not necessarily wiser. Here’s what I do know for sure this week:

I know that turning 31 is much harder than turning 30. There is no claiming association with the twenty-somethings now.

I know that deep, deep down, I’m ok with that.

I know around this time last year I jumped out of a perfectly good plane at 14 000 feet. It’s easy peasy, you just …

I know it was freakin’ awesome and I can’t wait to do it again. Next time I’ll be making The Man jump too.

I know my favourite birthday-day ritual is spending the whole day with my bestie doing something we love. This year was no exception and it was a lovely interlude in the week that was.

I know that Tuesday’s visit to the children’s hospital ED with Bam Bam aged me more than 100 birthdays ever could. It was asthma related. He is doing fine. I am still  a complete train wreck  recovering.

I know I wouldn’t have been able to successfully keep a ‘roided up feral toddler confined to a hospital bed for 5 hours without the help of my iPhone & it’s repertoire of apps.  So grateful for modern parenting crutches!

I know we are very lucky to have made it 5 years into this parenting gig without out a hospital visit before now. Very lucky indeed. 

I know I’m so happy that Spring has sprung (even though I am no longer young!) because hopefully it will bring an end to our run of illness for a few months. Or at least put the brakes on a little.

Linking up with Yay for Home’s Things I Know.

What do you know this week? And tell me, would you ever jump out of a plane?

Bye-bye Baby

Where has my baby gone? Did I pick up the wrong child from kindy? Because surely there has been some mix-up. This blonde, blue-eyed creature in front of me certainly resembles my baby boy but it cannot be him. Who is this talking, tantruming toddler who all of a sudden no longer likes a stroller and wants to sleep in a big boy bed. Where did my baby go?

Nick at 3 months

I know the answer, of course. My baby is gone forever because Nick has turned two. On the day of his birthday it was like a physical change came over him. One of the most noticeable things was the words that started popping out of his mouth. For months we have been growing equal parts concerned and frustrated as Nick seemed to refuse to talk. His handful of words were used rarely in favour for loud yelling and pointing until the dim-witted adult in question (usual myself) managed to guess what he was demanding.

“Water, milk, banana???”

 “No”, “no”, “NO!”

Until eventually we hit the jackpot… “YEP!” 

But all of a sudden the words are coming more easily. Although predominately one syllable and still used sparingly, punctuated with his trademark yell, his language is certainly progressing.  The word that brought this home (& cracked us up) came one night when I dished up something he found undesirable for dinner. He pushed his plate away, climbed down from the table and pointed at the pantry. As clear as day he demanded, “WEETBIX!”.

Celebrating his 2nd b'day. Brimming with attitude & cuteness!

 

My baby is definitely growing up and will have no trouble at all making his way in this world.