Sunday, 20 November 2016

Super hero Sunday

With an eager heart, clutching a bottle of wine, used to be the usual procedure for visiting my friend Caron.
Last Sunday I visited her with an eager child, clutching a pot plant.
Oh these days of our lives, how they've changed.
Caron now has two boys, of similar age to Tommy, and he was very excited about visiting them. He also asked repeatedly throughout the hour and a bit car journey, "Are they tall?" and "Do they use a potty?"
Tommy is currently very concerned about being tall, like Spider-Man. We tell him if he eats healthy food he will grow very tall. This concern is actually working well in our favour. He is also curious about who uses a potty and who does't. Unfortunately this is isn't helping him to use one yet, despite Pirate Pete and the potty book, fire engine stickers, and a Mickey Mouse potty, he flatly refuses to use potty. I'm sure we'll get there in the end! Besides, when was the last time you saw an adult wearing a nappy? That's what I keep telling myself...
Anyway, the dinosaur book Caron kindly bought Tommy was a massive hit. This kept the three kids entertained for ages, so I could chat away to Caron, whilst she prepared the shepherds pie and whipped up a sponge cake.
Then Tommy spied the super heroes costumes, in the corner of the playroom. I expect you can imagine which one Tommy wanted to wear.
As three kids crazily ran around the kitchen and lounge, pretending to be super heroes, Caron opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of wine, and poured me a large glass, with a massive smile.
Arr, not so dissimilar to old times after all.
I happily obliged, you know, for old times sake.
Cheers. Here's to super friends and super heroes.

Dinosaur book was a massive hit.

Silly faces dinner.

Batman and Spider-Man.

Thursday, 10 November 2016

Look who's 3

So long, Postman Pat.
Personally, I've rather enjoyed your morals and your almost epic fails with your special delivery service.
It's been fun watching you whilst also watching Tommy come to terms with feeding himself and grasping sentences more elaborate than, "Car! Car!"
Thanks Pat, for easing us into many a tired morning, with your cute animation and pleasant story.
And my goodness, what a year it's been for achievements.
You've got yourself a helicopter (I won't reveal this to my postman for fear of belittling his career progression), and Tommy has spent many a happy hour, at park, riding his tricycle.
There's been lost sheep whilst glitter painting, a poorly horse whilst shop keeping. Oh the fun we've had to the Postman Pat theme tune.
Not least the very important matter of Tommy slowly turning into a three year old.
Among your forgotten parcels a little boy was remembering so much.
His mummy and daddy watched with awe his inquisitive and affectionate nature.
Mighty proud of his excited chatter and his silly faces, wrapped up in his learning and wonder, we almost didn't see him replacing the orange haired postman with the red and blue Spider-Man.
But he still likes fire engines, long may that continue - he has a fire engine bed and quite a few toy ones, so quite frankly, it has to stay for a bit.

Mark and I booked the Friday off work and took Tommy to the (halloween) open day at our local fire museum. Lots of red engines.

Tommy liked this one.

Fire helmets.

Fire equipment. Tommy screamed with delight when he saw the cobwebs from Spider-Man.

Through the years.

Then to the soft play area at local garden centre, followed by lunch in a blue bear bag.

We made cakes the day before the Spider-Man party. Think Tommy ate most of the decorations.

Saturday night, on our way to pre-birthday night meal. In case you had forgotten, Tommy and I share the same birthday. (I often forget it's mine too.)

Wine glass of crayons. What more could an almost three year old wish for?

The night before. Mark and I always decorate the house and spend ages blowing up balloons.

Opening pressies. Note the Spider-Man wrapping paper and costume.

Party food for the Spider-Man party.

Cake time.

Finally got him to look at the camera. It's easier said than done.

Making a wish - with nanny and pappa. May all your dreams come true, Tommy darling. Happy third birthday, you rock our little world.