Buba this week I am looking at your three year old photos were had done and thinking how did you get so big so fast. When did you become such a young little boy and no longer my baby, my first born. As I stare at these stunning photos my lovely friend Jeanne took in America on our last day on the beach, I also wonder where did my sweet boy go? I will sadly admit that I have had no patience for you this week. You have texted me beyond my limits and since Daddy is away I don’t know if you are just attacking out because of the change of coming back to the UK and him leaving right away or if it’s just a new phase you are going through. You have spoke to me in a way I never thought any of my children would ever speak to me. It was like watch something from Super Nanny today and it got me thinking have I done something wrong in my parenting skills? Have I changed something that has then made you change? Am I not being understanding enough with your frustrations after all you have really only just turned three? Maybe my expectations of a three year old are too vast and I need to rethink a thing or two either way I have been shouty mommy this week and I hate that so very much. But then you grabbed my face at bedtime, kissed my cheek and said, “I will be good Mommy…” then you brushed my cheek with your hand and said, “I promise.” I cried then and it is about to make the tears come again. How can you be so gentle and caring and yet I know there is a beast in you lately too. I just hope I am doing what’s best for you and this will just fade like all phases before them. Nevertheless, I look at these pictures and you fill me up with pure joy!
Missy Moo, you little climber, would you get off the stairs! Everywhere we go you want to go up the stairs, down the stairs, then back up again. If I remove you and say “No!” you laugh at me and think it’s a game and go for them again. I will say you are one determined little lady. I only wish our stairs were designed differently so I could put a gate up! I am loving your one year photos that we taken. You are a true beach baby and I sat wondering what you could possibly be pondering so deeply at your age in your little white chair. Let’s not get started on how much you love miniature chairs. I am in the process of looking for one for you as you play for hours and hours at Grandma’s going up in it and sitting down then getting back down and doing it all over again. Too funny to watch you from afar these days and the little things that mesmerise you. You are so great on your feet these days. The days of worn out leggings and torn tights are gone! Hurray! I am still enjoying your cuddles everyday I hope you never grow out of that.