Today, not unusual for the UK, it rained a lot. That meant I couldn't play outside with my little boy. No farm up the road to see the moo moo cows and ba bas, no swings in the park.No going swimming either. We're off for his lesson tomorrow. But we have the garden centre.
That's right. The mecca of having 'given up' for any self respecting grasping at youth GRUP.
Well balls to that. My boy loves it. Running amok amidst the, just in, glittering chistman trees. Pointing in awe at the womderfully kitsch gnomes and outsized frogs. But that's nothing next to the petstore.
He can spend hours gazing into the fishtanks, trying to touch the turtles through the glass, cooing over the 'babbits'. Then there's the parrots and stuff.
He loves tapping the cages of the birds and watching them flutter all over the place. Scratch that. It makes him laugh so hard he'll give himself a hernia.
There's magic in the way a toddler laughs. It's never put on like a grown up. It doesn't require a social setting or the right mood. It's a force of nature. He's happy, it's funny and he laughs. That's it. But Will just doesn't laugh, he explodes, dribbling like a demented idiot, guffawing from deep inside his little belly.
Nothing in this world could make me happier that he does.
Except for having another. Which is lucky because it's coming on Wednesday.
There's so much to look forward to, while at the same time feeling determined my little boy will never feel like he's missing out now there's a new one...and feeling equally resolved to be as close to number two as the chestnut flash we already have.
So that's it for two weeks or so (genuinely this time). While we get used to not sleeping again, move house and get used to being four rather than three.
Bye for now.
I'm reading this at the moment http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Essays:_First_Series/Self-Reliance
and your post reminded me of this paragraph:
"Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it. So God has armed youth and puberty and manhood no less with its own piquancy and charm, and made it enviable and gracious and its claims not to be put by, if it will stand by itself. Do not think the youth has no force, because he cannot speak to you and me. Hark! in the next room his voice is sufficiently clear and emphatic. It seems he knows how to speak to his contemporaries. Bashful or bold, then, he will know how to make us seniors very unnecessary"
Taken a little out of context but still fitting. Enjoy.
Posted by: Patrick | October 09, 2011 at 02:09 PM
Good luck
Posted by: TOTOinTrouble | October 10, 2011 at 07:51 AM
Good luck :)
Posted by: Sarah | October 10, 2011 at 10:44 PM
Good times and pre-congratulations.
Posted by: Rob | October 11, 2011 at 06:56 AM