Owning Two Toddlers

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I think the time has definitely come when I have to admit that Max is no longer a newborn, and he’s not even a baby anymore. In fact, he’s a fully fledged toddler with his own likes and dislikes, feelings and thoughts about things. He can walk, talk (shout) and has countless opinions which he now voices loudly. With Alexandra not yet at school she’s still technically a toddler – which means I own two.

When I was pregnant with Max and shortly after, I read a lot of people saying the first year with two under two is the hardest. Personally, and this could just be with the benefit of rose-tinted hindsight to mix a couple of metaphors, I think it’s much more difficult once you have two mobile children who aren’t quite independent yet. Sorry to be a doom and gloom merchant! Yes the first year with two tinies is really difficult – you’re tired, everyone cries a lot, you’re constantly changing a nappy while nearly wetting yourself cause you’re so busy, and you’re also tired. Did I mention that bit? But if you’re lucky enough to have a second child that you can put down then you do exactly that, put them in one place where they stay until you move them. You have to remember to feed, wind and change the smallest one but you don’t have to reason with them as to why they should let their sibling watch their favourite programme for once, or why it’s not nice to hit them in the face with a plastic spade.

And there are lots of nice bits about having two so close together – popping them in the double pram and walking at a normal speed rather than taking a zillion years to get anywhere with a slow toddler in tow, not having to toilet train anyone, and the fact if your oldest still naps then you might once in a blue moon get that magical occurrence of a joint nap!

Now, there are lots of upsides to two toddlers – my two absolutely adore each other 50 per cent of the time, Alexandra ‘reads’ her books to Max, they love the same types of toys, and he comes up to pat her on the arm gently if she’s upset. Yes, that does leave the other half of the time when at least one of them is having a tantrum (threenager and terrible twos is a delight!) or they’re slapping each other. I am more tired than I’ve ever been, and some days I’m looking at the clock willing it to be bedtime when it’s still before 9am. Max has the energy of about 50 people combined into one tiny body, and they’re both sending me grey faster than I would like.

But we get to do so many fun things with them as they both love being outdoors, and they are both really funny. Alexandra in particular comes out with some blinders, but Max also makes us laugh constantly with his zany behaviour!

We are speeding towards the time when Alexandra makes that leap into being a proper little girl and going to school, and two years after that her brother will join her. And I know I will look back on these toddler days and think wow that was tiring, but wasn’t it fun too?!

Harriet, Alexandra and Max x

What The Pox Taught Me

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Well it has been a while hasn’t it? I have been prompted out of my blog semi-retirement (okay, not retirement, more like a really really long holiday/gap year) by something that happened last night. I’d written a blog on The Motherload entitled ‘Five Parenting Phrases That Need to be Banned‘ last June – I remember it attracted a few funny comments at the time on the group, but randomly CBeebies HQ shared it on Facebook yesterday! I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty exciting watching the likes and shares creep up and seeing some of the hilarious responses. And it made me feel a bit sad that I hadn’t blogged in so long!

My issue has been dual fold and involved both time and motivation. Bizarrely I haven’t really felt compelled to sit down in front of a laptop for a non-work reason, and I didn’t want to force myself to write – that doesn’t seem productive in any way.

Anyway we are where we are. I used to feel compelled to apologise when I’d been away for a while (I used to write three times a week back when I was pregnant for the first time, can you believe it? But then I also used to nap most days and I’d never seen an episode of Paw Patrol so…)

Life updates:

The last few months have been full on to say the least. Who’d have thought having two toddlers would be tiring?! WHAT. Other than the day-to-day ups and downs of life with two (no longer) under two:

  • Alexandra, who is still referencing her birthday ‘next week’ (end of August) approximately every three hours, got a place at our first choice primary school. I wasn’t one of those parents up at 2am frantically refreshing my emails to see if the offer had landed yet, but I was pleased as we really like the school – and by we, I mean Alex as well as I was keen to involve her in the decision despite her being so little.
  • The baby turned two. It’s been a bit of a stretch calling Max a baby for a while, but now he’s definitely officially a toddler and there’s no denying it. Remember that advert from ages ago where the drunk teenage jumps off a building thinking he can fly? That’s like Max day to day without any alcohol involved. He has zero sense, zero fear but he also runs up and gives me the biggest kiss ever if I tell him I love him – a toddler of two sides.
  • For a long time we’ve been watching the first four series of Paw Patrol on Netflix, then we discovered that Amazon Prime has five and six for free too. Alex calls it ‘new Paw Patrol’ and we have now watched each episode approximately 37647568 times. Last night, Dylan and I had a serious discussion about why Jake isn’t actually such a cool guy as well as ranking the pups (Rubble is Dylan’s fifth favourite…which is clearly absolute BS!)

And lastly, as you maybe gleaned from the title of this blog, THE POX invaded. I feel like pox needed to be in caps because it’s such a big household event – you’re sort of primed for the fact it’ll happen at some point as your kids grow up, but you have no idea when. And then it hits! So here’s five things I learned from both Alexandra and Max having the pox:

  1. People will feel really bad when the second one gets it (Max’s spots appeared 15 days after Alex’s – incubation can be up to 21 days according to the NHS website so there can be quite a gap between the two). But actually you feel slightly relieved that it’s going to be all done and dusted in one go, so you don’t have to worry about it again (and the side effects are meant to be less severe the younger they are?).
  2. They might surprise you – the children that is, not the pox. Alex doesn’t normally like too many cuddles and kisses, but she became really clingy on the days where she didn’t feel well, wanting me to stay with her in her room. I was expecting Max, my already much more cuddly child, to be the same or worse; but actually he sailed through pretty much acting as normal.
  3. Being inside sucks! I’m someone who doesn’t mind being at home a fair bit, but having spent most of the month of April stuck inside, I started to feel a bit twitchy. Last week, Dylan offered to pop into Asda for the bits we needed on his way home and I practically begged him to come home so I could go instead – those 20 minutes were the highlight of my day.
  4. You’ll muddle through. The week Alex had hers, the plumbers were in fitting our new bathroom so we had no access to a bath to help soothe her pox. They appeared on a Monday (the pox not the plumbers) and by the latter end of the week I felt so behind with everything in the house and work, but somehow we got back on to an even keel and no spinning plates smashed completely, despite being a little chipped in places.
  5. Life is mean – I’ve never had pox so my major worry has always been that I’d get it at the same time as the kids which would present difficulties if I wasn’t well enough to look after them. So far, nothing has happened but I did manage to get a horrible bug just as Max was starting to recover from his. Thanks life!

The spots are healing now, and the horrible all-over itchy feeling I’ve had for the last four weeks despite not having it myself has almost gone! So here’s to May and good riddance to the pox and the month of April!

Harriet, Alexandra and Max x

Potty Training

I feel like potty training is one of the major events in the first few years of your child’s life, and now we’re dry in the daytime with our oldest, I thought I’d share some of my thoughts and how we went about it.

My first, and most important, piece of advice for anyone who’s nearing the stage is don’t rush it. I truly believe some parents make it 100x harder for themselves by trying to do it before their child is ready and therefore it takes months and months rather than weeks or even days.

Listen to your child: it could be they wake up on their second birthday totally ready to ditch the nappies, but they might be closer to four before they’re ready. In my mind, the only deadline was Alexandra going to school this September as I knew she needed to be dry by then. But other than I didn’t feel any pressure at all, even though many of her friends had started training before us.

Even if they’re not ready, you can still start introducing the idea slowly. For a while, we had a potty around in the lounge, and we talked a fair amount about potty training, being in big girl pants etc. Alexandra had even done a few wees in the potty.

For a couple of weeks, she was asking to use the toilet at nursery – I think partly because most of the children in her room were already potty trained and she probably wondered what she was missing out on when they all trekked to the toilet at certain times in the day! Then over one weekend she asked repeatedly to use the potty or toilet at our house, so we felt like the time was right to try.

On the Monday, I just asked her casually if she wanted to wear big girl pants to nursery, she said yes, so that was that. At first we would offer a sticker as a reward if she did a wee in the potty, and nursery were doing the same so that was good to have the consistency across both places.

We had a few accidents that first week, and poos were an issue until one day she did one on the toilet and that was that, she’s not had a poo accident since (we’re about two/three months into the process now I think! I have totally lost track of time). We do still have some wee accidents, mostly when she is totally engrossed in whatever she is doing, but they are few and far between.

After a couple of weeks, she stopped using the potty and wanted to use the toilet instead, which although it’s a bit of a faff as we don’t have a loo downstairs, is fine! Most of the time now she asks when she needs to go, rather than us having to constantly ask every five minutes!

She’s still in pull ups overnight (although when she’s awake in the evening or morning she asks for the toilet even if she’s in pull ups). Everything I’ve read suggests night-time dryness depends on the release of a hormone so we will wait until her nappy is consistently dry in the morning before we even attempt to get rid of the pull ups altogether. Again, I really don’t feel like there’s any rush!

Most of the time, you refine things you’ve done for the second time round, but I have to say I will probably do the same process for Max when the time comes. I think he may be earlier to train than Alexandra as he is already starting to tell us when he’s done or is about to do a poo, something she never did until way past her third birthday. But I will totally let him take the lead and go for it when he’s ready, as it wasn’t nearly as stressful as I thought it was going to be!

Harriet, Alexandra and Max x

Baby 2: 21 Months Old

Okay so he’s nearer to 22 months (and achingly close to being a two-year-old), but better late than never eh?

Max is still full of the boundless energy that most people can only dream of – perhaps that’s what has happened to the energy I seem to have misplaced sometime around 2015, it was accidentally implanted into my baby instead? Don’t get me wrong, he does have the occasional time during the day (usually around 4pm) when he has a little crash and likes to sit and cuddle. But 90 per cent of the time he’s tearing round like he’s just heard it’s the end of the world. He gets lots of ‘oh typical boy’ remarks, but I’m not sure it’s his gender – I think he’s just crazily energetic. He makes most boys I’ve met look horizontal!

He’s been going to football sessions since September and is loving them, he spends the entire time in the car on the way there shouting football (but pronounced ‘BUTTBALL’), goal and kick. He also absolutely loves the man who leads the sessions, especially when the stickers come out at the end. The challenge is getting him to sit still during the explanation bits, my child does not like being told he can’t run around, even if it’s only for two minutes at a time.

My favourite thing is when he hears music – he absolutely loves dancing. Alexandra wasn’t really into music until quite recently but since he’s been able to move Max has always really reacted to a beat. He does dance like he’s off his face drunk at a party – in fact he does most things like he’s had a few gins on his Cheerios in the morning, but you’ve got to love a miniature version of an old drunk guy eh?

He’s a demon for slapping, throwing (both objects and himself around!) and all of the other testing behaviours that every toddler tries out. But he’s also hugely affectionate and loves to give cuddles, kisses and hold hands. When he’s not pulling her hair, he thinks Alexandra is the best thing ever. He nearly cried the other day because I put him in the car and he must have thought Alex wasn’t coming with us, he was shouting ‘Ali, Ali, Ali’ at the top of his voice looking distraught until she got in the car too.

I never stop marvelling at our little miracle boy. Two years ago, we had no idea what would be the outcome of the pregnancy. We were just trying to take it a week at a time (or even just a day at a time). We should have known from the grit, determination and strength he showed from his first day in this world that he was going to be a little character!

Harriet, Alexandra and Max x

Baby 2: 20 Months Old

90s rave Max

Baby number two is now 20 and a half months old, meaning we’ve had two babies for longer than we had one. Max has got the funniest little personality, he is a proper character. You know those kids that everyone says ‘wow he’s got a lot of energy!’ about? Yep. That’s Max.

Food: He’s still dairy and soya free and has now had a skin-prick test which confirmed he’s got an IGE (instant) reaction to dairy as well as his delayed (FPIES) reaction so he’s the proud owner of antihistamines and adrenalin pens which have to go everywhere with him to be used should he accidentally ingest some milk and go into anaphylactic shock. We’re now not trialling soya until the middle of next year probably, and will trial once a year until he’s 9/10 upon which it’ll be declared he’s got a life-long allergy (or he’ll start tolerating it, but no one thinks that’s very likely). He’ll have an annual skin prick test to confirm the dairy IGE reaction but won’t ingest it unless that comes back negative and he starts being able to eat soya. So milk is probably off the menu forever – but he absolutely loves his food so I don’t think this will hold him back. He now realises when he’s eating something different to other kids and gets a bit frustrated but hopefully this phase will soon pass once he gets some understanding of the fact we’re not just being mean by denying him the food others are having! He’s doing so well that the dietician has said she no longer needs to see him, although we can call at any point in the next year for another appointment if we’re worried about anything.

Nursery: After a shaky start, Max has settled in really well at nursery and is now enjoying the one day a week he goes. He’s very active there too and I think the staff are probably glad he’s not there all the time as they all need a nap by the time I pick him up! He’s now eating and sleeping really well there, which he didn’t for the first few weeks, so that’s lovely – and we get some great pictures of him doing arts and crafts or sporty activities with his little pals.

Teeth: His canines are currently coming through so we are in grumpy tired toddler and mountains of drools land. He definitely suffers more than Alexandra ever did with hers!

Speech: football, kick, goal, dinner and animal names and sounds are all among his latest words. Can you tell he is massively enjoying his football sessions?! He’s so funny when he talks, he says words really deliberately and slowly trying to make us understand what he says!

Favourite toys and activities: pushing round the pram with his ‘babby’ in it, going for adventure walks in the woods, bathtime/shower time, just starting to take a real interest in books, building towers, Lego, cars (saying ‘nee naw, nee naw’), slides/soft play/anything active.

Max is the funniest little bundle of blond hair, skinny legs and so much energy it’s unbelievable. He sways between cuddling up and wanting to give kisses and be really loving (and he ADORES Alexandra) to tearing around the place, climbing and causing havoc.

Harriet, Alexandra and Max x

Baby 2: 18 Months Old

Both of them love being out and exploring, Just getting some more use out of his 9-12m coat from last winter!

Better late than never eh? Max turned 18 months old on the 26th September. Alexandra was 18 months when her little brother was born so it’s kind of weird that he’s now at the same age! I feel like he’s still very much a baby (although people keep commenting how grown up he’s got lately!) whereas I felt like she was a proper little girl by this point. Maybe it’s just me misremembering how grown up she actually was.

Anyway:

Nursery – This feels like a big one to start with. Max has now started going to nursery one day a week, I was always a little worried about this (more so than I was with Alexandra anyway) because he’s much clingier and hasn’t spent as much time away from me as she had. The settling in sessions went fine then the first couple of weeks were rough. I didn’t feel guilty when I went back to get him at the end of the day because I know it’s so important for them to reach a stage where they are happy being without you (mostly to save you having to sit at the back of the room while they sit their GCSEs). But it’s hard to hear it’s been unsettled! Thankfully the last couple of weeks have been a little easier and although he’s still crying when I initially leave him, they said last week that lasted for five minutes then he was fine all day.

Food – Max has suddenly started wanting to feed himself a lot more and is doing really well using a spoon (rather than just shovelling in food with his hands!). He has a great appetite and would eat all day if I let him. We’ve had a couple of reactions lately to accidental exposures without being able to identify what happened, which has been tough. But he is doing really well! At the moment he really likes ham and chutney sandwiches/wraps, cheerios, eating apples whole (copying Alex!) and the Kiddilicious wafers.

Speech – This has come on so much in the last couple of weeks! I have been doing flashcards with him every day and he has learned to say doggy, ducky, pig, apple and then he already knew banana and ball, and he does raa for the lion, baa for the sheep and a hilarious meowowowow noise for the cat. He hates the tree card for some reason? And puts his little feet in the air when he see the shoe card. Other words he’s saying include mommy, daddy, Alex (he says it like Ali), yes, no, ta, please, oh dear, uh oh, there, mine, Max (again says it without the x).

I just looked back at Alexandra’s 18 month update (I know you shouldn’t compare but just out of interest!) – she was colouring using her left hand a lot, whereas I haven’t noticed as much of a preference with him. Max is just starting to show an interest in crayons too, although mainly to throw them on the floor. She loved playing with her dolls – Max sometimes grabs one to have a cuddle with and really likes pushing the pram around and finding facial features (which we’re slacking teaching Max although he does point to the relevant place whenever anyone says winky!).

Max’s favourite things – Throwing (apparently if you shout ball as you throw something which is totally not a ball, it’s all fine), football, food, just starting to show an interest in books, cuddles, throwing the water on the floor at bath time, getting the dustpan and brush out of the cupboard and ‘helping’ clean up, dancing, waving at people.

Harriet, Alexandra and Max x

A Catch Up

I know, I know. My children have pretty much grown up and moved out since I last blogged. Well not quite but I now own a THREE year old. Three! And the other one is hurtling towards that 18-month mark with gusto. There have been some big changes over here and there have also been some lovely days out and a little holiday.

Holiday: We popped to Bournemouth for the week (‘popped’ implies it was a casual jaunt rather than requiring about 64 suitcases, enough clothes to cover a small city full of children for a year and the downloading of umpteen episodes of Paw Patrol on to the tablet). It was a really fantastic holiday involving plenty of beach time (child 1 got braver in the sea as the week went on until she was tummy-deep in the water, while child 2 preferred to throw a football into the waves and then shriek until someone fetched it back for him. Constantly), getting our money’s worth out of our annual National Trust membership (matching anoraks and socks and sandals not compulsory), visiting Peppa Pig World and the Oceanarium. And child 2 was so worn out by the sea air he slept soundly all week which would be my top reason for moving to the seaside immediately.

Birthday: Alexandra turned three at the end of August and had a whale of a time celebrating. Of course at that age opening cards and presents is basically the best thing in the world, and she also went to soft play with her friends and ate cake with her nana and grandad so her whole week was full of fun. Also it’s been better for me because since about June she’d been reminding me at least 10 times a day that ‘I’m going to be three on my birthday’ which was starting to wear thin. Now she only reminds me every other day of her age. Normally when she sees the number three.

Nursery: Now she’s three she’s eligible for the funded hours at nursery so we’ve increased her time there and this week she’s been 8.30 til 4 Monday, Tuesday, Thursday. It’s quite a leap up from two mornings a week and she’s been very tired after a day there but is absolutely loving it. In fact the first thing she said to me after pick up on Monday was ‘can I live at preschool please mommy?’

Other child is less keen on nursery. Max had his first proper day there on Tuesday and was unsettled all day and wanted to be cuddled constantly. Hopefully next week will be an improvement although his schedule is all out of whack at the moment and I think it’s going to take a while for him to get used to the changes of when his sister is here and being away from me for a whole day.

Well I’ve just about found time to squeeze writing a blog for the Motherload and typing this before what should have been a nice long nap for Max has come to an abrupt end! More soon I hope. By soon I mean in the next decade!

Harriet, Alexandra and Max x

We Hate Soya

We hate soya, we love sand.

I don’t think I’ve updated about Max’s allergies in a while and everything is sort of whizzing by in a big fog of crazy days and nights, so I thought I’d better commit pen to paper – or hand to keyboard – before he’s 30 and I’ve forgotten all about food trials and nappies and all that faff.

Super quick summary for the uninitiated: Max was diagnosed with FPIES at six weeks old, a condition in which there’s a delayed internal reaction to food proteins. His initial trigger was dairy which caused us a five-day hospital stay. We were also advised to avoid soya. I stopped eating both while I expressed for him – he was combi fed so he also had special formula. When we began weaning after a while we were advised to do food trials where one new food is introduced each week. Thankfully we had lots of passes so while there are a few things he hasn’t tried, we haven’t been trialling for a couple of months as he eats a fairly ‘normal’ diet aside from soya and dairy.

We had two goes when he was first weaning of introducing soya, both unsuccessful, so we decided to hold off a bit and then the time came when everyone was happy for us to begin trialling again. The idea was to use a ‘soya ladder’ where you begin with foods which have a small amount in, building up to soya yoghurt/milk. First time of doing this was around three months ago perhaps and resulted in some horrendous, horrendous poos and disrupted sleep. Fine said the dietician, try him every other month with it.

I have been putting this off and putting it off. Partially because he went through a huge phase of not sleeping so we wouldn’t have been able to tell if he was reacting or just going through this leap he had been going through anyway. Anyway we bit the bullet last week and bought some Pom-bear type crisps which are step one of the ladder.

Day one there was a weird poo, which happens with babies from time to time so we didn’t think much of it. Day two he slept appallingly – again it’s been known to happen without any cause so we kept on. Day three and as soon as a horrible poo happened, we called off the trial straightaway (and whaddya know he slept terribly again that night! Slept isn’t even the word for it. He was thrashing around all night next to me on the sofa like an eel being tortured). The constant crying, moaning, being grumpy and clingy was also not a great side effect.

So for now we want to say ‘enough’. He has such a varied diet because he’s got so many safes that we don’t feel there’s much, if anything, to gain from him being able to eat soya – and if the professionals want to contradict that then they should find ways to give him whatever magic nutrients soya is supposed to give without him having to suffer going through trials. Now we want to wait until he’s at least two (end of next March) before we try again – at least then he might be able to give us an idea of whether his tummy hurts if it does.

We often follow health professionals’ advice because they do know best in a lot of situations. But I really struggle with the idea that he’s going to be magically ‘cured’ and be downing soya milk by the pint in two months. If he starts doing well with step one of the ladder when we try again next year then great! Fab! We’ll be chuffed. Avoiding soya as well as dairy is awkward so it’d obviously be happy days if he gets over these reactions. But when your child is screaming at 2 in the morning because they’re uncomfortable it’s not hard to see why you wouldn’t be keen to repeat the process in eight weeks’ time!

Harriet, Alexandra and Max x

Baby 2: 16 Months Old

A whole month has gone by and I haven’t even got round to writing anything on here. Max is 16 months old today and life is as hectic as ever (plus I’ve kind of been prioritising watching Love Island!).

  • Teeth: 12 now with just the canines and back molars to come through.
  • Walking: Walking fairly steadily now and trying to run all the time!
  • Toys: His absolute favourite thing to do at the moment is to play football or throwing a ball around. He’s utterly obsessed and if I had to take away all his toys and leave him with just one, it’d definitely be a ball.
  • Food: Still haven’t trialled dairy or soya again but eating LOTS apart from those two things.
  • Routine: We’re just in the process of dropping down from two naps to one – although I always find that drop awkward because you can either stick with a morning nap and then they’re tired and cranky in the afternoon, or do the opposite, or do what we’re doing and try and do a middle-of-the-day nap, which then messes with lunchtime!
  • Sleep: Last month has been tough. He did not like the heatwave. He did not like his teeth coming through. He did not want to be apart from us overnight. He also was going through a developmental leap I think. Hurrah for caffeine.
  • Speech: He’s started ‘talking’ a lot more. 95 per cent of it isn’t understandable but he’s definitely trying to tell us stuff! The other day he did say ‘hi Alex’ which I was super impressed by (well Ali rather than Alex but that’s how his cousin says it too!).
  • Size: A few people have commented this month that he’s got much bigger! I haven’t had him weighed (Last time I took them to baby clinic there was an hour-long wait and he’ll get done at the hospital in October for his next appointment anyway), but the amount he’s eating he should actually be about 30 stone by now.
  • Sister: Now he can hit back there are lots more squabbles! They absolutely adore each other and play so nicely sometimes, but other times it’s like a wrestling zone and I’m sure it’ll get worse over time!

By my update next month he’ll have done his settling in sessions at nursery. Eek!

Harriet, Alexandra and Max x

Baby 2: 15 Months Old

Today Max is 15 months old (anyone else feel a bit weird at this age when someone asks you how old your baby is. Like I don’t want to say ‘one’ cause it makes it sound like he’s just 12 months, but then I feel a bit too specific saying 15 months! Hurrah for when they get to 2 and you can just be like two/two and a half/nearly three.)

I have hardly any time because he’s been super clingy and finally gone down for a nap so I’m going to whizz through bullet points so at least I get this done and all down on the record!

  • Teeth: Definitely ten already but looks like he’s getting another molar through which would explain the clinginess.
  • Eating: Humongous appetite! Would actually sit and eat all day if I let him. Often known to eat his dinner and then whatever Alex hasn’t eaten of hers. Still no dairy or soya but everything else pretty much is a pass.
  • Walking: He’s suddenly gone from not even standing up to being able to walk in a couple of weeks. He’s still in the stage of drunkenly wobbling around a bit but is doing really well and he even got his first pair of shoes at the weekend. It’s amazing how quickly he’s come on.
  • Talking: He says the odd word after us like ‘sheep’ the other day but the words he uses regularly are mommy, daddy, nana, banana (but without the ba sound!), yes, no, ta and there.
  • Hair: He had his first haircut the other week! He looks so grown up now with his hair cut and his little shoes on.
  • Size: No idea what he weighs! He’s in 12-18m clothes although still wearing some 9-12m t-shirts. Still in a size 3 nappy (which says newborn on the pack, so he’s definitely still a baby not a toddler right!) He’s a size 4F in shoes. He still hasn’t had that chubby stage most babies go through! Although how I don’t know because the kid is all about carbs.
  • Toys: He’s discovered how to throw toys and still prefers playing with harder toys like the blocks rather than soft toys. Loves playing in the water outside and throwing the football around.
  • Sleep: Last few days have been rocky, fine when he’s asleep but getting him down is a pain. Hopefully just a combo of it being really warm and his tooth coming through.
  • Sibling love: Alexandra and Max are fully fighting these days! Slapping, kicking, the lot. But he still absolutely adores her. She got put in time out yesterday for hitting him in the face twice and next time I looked he was sat next to her keeping her company and giving her Rubble (her favourite toy). Like kid she’s in time out for hurting you! Don’t feel sorry for her! She’s also very sweet with him and plays nicely with him when she wants to – and sometimes goes all mommy on him ‘don’t do that Maxi or I will be very sad’.

And that probably covers the main points! Time is whizzing. It’s basically Christmas next week and then it’ll be his second birthday.
The next milestone for us will be starting nursery which happens in September – I am so not prepared for it!

Harriet, Alexandra and Max x