All in a day’s work for a toddler!
A couple of weeks ago baby G discovered pigeons on the walk back from town (we’d been out for our anniversary lunch)
Oh how he loved them! Such a simple thing bless him…..he loves chasing the cats in the garden but unfortunately they’re a bit too quick for him and often disappear before he gets anywhere near them.
Pigeons on the other hand go at exactly the right speed! Quick enough for him not to be able to catch them, but just slow enough that he maintained his interest and excitement. It was an added bonus that they were walking in the same direction as our house!
Then today I saw him eyeing up a puddle out of the corner of my eye.
We’d just got to nursery and I was putting his coat on as it had just started to rain. I saw the look of glee in his eyes and he started to do his running on the spot side to side thing which he does when he gets excited.
He’s obviously seen puddles before but never jumped in one to my knowledge. So why was he so excited? I wonder what was going through his mind when he saw it. Maybe he’d overheard the other kids talking about them!
Luckily he got distracted by his toy sheep and the nursery girls opening the door.
I can’t wait for him to start jumping in puddles…..just not on a nursery day without any wellies and when Mammy’s got work clothes on!
Know what our next footwear purchase will be though!
We were watching James Corden on the Late Late show the other night….the one where him and J Lo copy kids doing different dance routines.
She looked like she was genuinely having fun and I started thinking today what it would be like to go back to acting like a toddler.
Not the whole nappy and tantrums thing but just to have the same level of innocence they have, and to take pleasure in such simple things.
Like pigeons and puddles and silly dancing.
Not drunk dancing because most people are still aware of themselves dancing even when drunk, but the type of dancing you might do in your underwear whilst hoovering the living room.
When you don’t think anyone’s watching and don’t actually care if they are.
I often wonder what kind of looks I’d get if I went and splashed around in puddles or ran after birds (without baby G in tow!). On the whole I think people would thing I was odd.
No matter how happy or carefree I looked whilst doing it, it just wouldn’t have the same reaction as a toddler doing it.
I often watch him and smile to myself as he takes so much pleasure in all the little things that we take for granted.
He loves it when we play silly with him, and pretend to put his nappy on wrong or put his socks on his hands.
Tonight he was laughing his head off in the bath as he was trying to make me drink his bath water (to which I point blank refused, but he just laughed even more at this.)
It’s so refreshing and makes a long shit day at work disappear in an instant.
I remember playing hide and seek with my Nephew a few years ago after work and it had the same effect.
Can you imagine getting in from work normally and going to play hide and seek with your significant other? Not quite the same!
Becoming a Mammy has taught me so many things, lots of them practical things, but lots of them not so practical.
As much as I love watching him grow, I also love watching him being a baby and discovering all these things that we all enjoyed at one time or another.
Like wearing Nana’s shoes or pulling the cat’s tail. Helping Mammy plant trees and then eating a soil covered ice lolly, just because he could.
It’s taught me to slow down a bit and take a bit of time to look around.
To try and find the fun in the little things. Cos let’s face it, not every day is a barrel of laughs.
Some days we all wake up far too early and cranky as funk, and on those days I can’t wait to drop him at nursery and get to work. Even though I’m counting down the hours until I see him again it still doesn’t change the fact that we had a crap morning.
Or he might be ridiculously tired when he gets in from nursery, and we can’t wait to get him bathed and bottled so we can put him to bed.
But then in the morning he’ll be playing peepo with his blanket or standing naked in the window pointing at the cat, and all is forgotten.
I have to remind myself to forget about the crap stuff and not feel guilty about it, but all the other stuff I love remembering, and it’s brought back some of my own childhood memories again which is just brilliant. Like making “potions” at Nan’s house to heal my injured panda!
Oh to be a toddler again!
Happy weekend guys. Over and out Mammy tugboat xx