Our favourite blog from last week's inaugural iBlog Friday has been chosen! Wow it was a tough one – lots of debate in the office. But we finally agreed on Laura Gordon's post at Poo, Spew and Superglue. Congrats Laura! The lippie's in the mail.
My cruisy, cuddly baby boy is growing up. Just a little every day until one day you look at him and you think, you are just not that little baby any more. You remember what the wild child was doing at his age and how much older he seemed then. With the first one, you are desperate for all of those milestones, not for the sense of achievement, but just to know what the next stage will be like. But with the second you try and keep them babies for as long as you can.
At fifteen months my bubba still isn’t walking. His brother was running by this stage. And I think that made him seem older. He could stand up while drinking and eating, he no longer had a bottle at all, he ate what we ate, he had a few more words and he was getting wilder. For the bubba, he is changing. He now chases his brother round in a fury and when he gets him he tackles him. They both squeal in delight at this, until someone gets hurt. He throws his head back hard, whenever he doesn’t get what he wants, he throws bowls of food and he is refusing to go to sleep by himself.
Sure he still loves being held and cuddles into you when he has his blankie. He crawls so fast he doesn’t need to walk yet and you know pretty clearly what he wants with all the noise and the gestures. But now he is the one to watch. He is the one crawling up and down the aisles at a christening, or screaming in the supermarket. He is the one that you have to pin down to get clothes on, or dont bother and just get really good at putting nappies on standing up. He now steals toys, knocks over towers his brother has built and wacks the dog in the head for attention. And he is the one who is obsessed with his Dad.
