To say that managing and two year old with your arm in a sling is tricky would be to understate it. I’d like to say that when she is good – eating-up, getting dressed, brushing her teeth, playing nicely with lego and puzzles, snuggling-down – she is very, very good, and when she is bad – plate-throwing, streaking, shrieking, running riot, screaming for episodes of Dinosaur Train – well, I am sure that you can fill in that blank.
Extra challenges of mothering with a broken arm aside, Bibsey has grown in the last couple of months in so many ways that it quite sweeps us off our feet. As usual, a trip to the UK in October, with all the family interaction and new experiences that that brings, seemed to trigger developments that both delight and dismay. Sometimes I feel like we might be getting a sneak peek at what it will be like to have a teenager in the house.
Yikes. Seriously.
Here’s a poem to give you an idea and to bring my #oneweek in autumn to a close.
Boobie, schmoobie, belly button ‘n’ bow
Boobie, schmoobie, belly button ‘n’ bow
Pants right-way-on and away I go!
As I climb the stairs I count to ten
Then on my bottom come down again.
Boobie, schmoobie, belly button ‘n’ bow
I say ¡hola! or I say hello!
My pleases and thank yous coming on well
I’m growing up fast, can’t you tell?
Boobie, schmoobie, belly button ‘n’ bow
Behold the great tantrums I can throw!
Round Mummy and Daddy I can run rings
Watch them fetch me all manner of things.
Boobie, schmoobie, belly button ‘n’ bow
Will I go to sleep now? How ’bout NO!
Read me a story, sing me a song
Just watch me keep this up all night long.
Boobie, schmoobie, belly button ‘n’ bow
I am a BIG GIRL now, didn’t you know?
So, that is it for autumn. Roll on winter and all that it will throw at us up here on the mountain. Thanks to Older Mum in a Muddle for hosting the #oneweek meme. Pop over to read about other people’s experiences of autumn.
