Wednesday, February 03, 2010

bigger and bigger.

I've spent a lot of time marking the little milestones that have cropped up between the day my son floated up into our livingroom and, er, well whatever the last one was. Recently we've passed a new one in that the spud can reach the light switches now - only to turn them on mind you, he needs another half inch on him before he can put them out.

This is great, we can actually lie in bed shouting encouragement as he goes to the loo now, we aren't in demand as suppliers of light, followed inevitably by our 'since you're here' roles as wipers-of-bottoms, although he still requires supervision in that area as he is liable to spend considerable time unravelling and festooning the loo with bog roll otherwise.

Recently we have also gotten rid, finally, of the baby bottle - unbelievable. We had a sleepover with his girlfriend and she had a lovely new pink sippy cup with a built in straw and that was that. Now he has a hot pink sippy cup with a straw too. Yay!!! It was that easy.

His favourite phrases at the moment are 'I'm NOT a baby' and 'I'm getting bigger and bigger!' - both, sadly for my poor Motherly love brain but happily for the rest of me, are true.

Anyway, so it's all well can good. I'm hoping his next step is mastery of the coffee pot and breakfast in bed skills... wait and see.

10 comments:

lady macleod said...

Yes you let me know when you train him up to that 'breakfast in bed skills' - I'll coauthor the book with you and we'll make a fortune! More likely my dear he will graduate to 'so when will I be able to drive the car?' and 'you two aren't going to BE there are you?'

It's all a hoot. Continue to enjoy.

Iota said...

My 12 year old is doing nicely on developing his 'tea in bed' skills. We had a few cups of tepid tea, when he was scared of spilling boiling liquid over himself when carrying it upstairs, but he's now graduated to the real mccoy! It's worth waiting for.

Dorset Dispatches said...

I'm just hoping for the ability to amuse themselves of an early morning and to leave me in peace. But if they could sort the coffee out that would be fab!

Sphinx said...

my grandson is fascinated by lights and all electrical switches, buttons and knobs! i keep the power to my stove top turned off when he is around otherwise the plates would be on high all day! light switches are a problem, tho'. he can't reach. so i am required to carry him round the house while he tests every switch - even his cars don't distract him from this daily task.
i think you may have to wait for the tea in bed - another three years maybe? unless the frog helps the little chap - mother's day would be good, yes?

Tim Atkinson said...

And how about training him to do the ironing as well? (By some fluke of nature, my daughter thinks that's the most grown-up of all activities and longs to help... I'm just biding my time!)

Sparx said...

Lady M - OK, I'm on it; I'll start him with bringing us juice and cereal and work up to the full scrambled eggs on toast!

Iota - 12? 12? I have to wait 9 more years? Ack.

Brit - you're right on both counts. Cofee would be genius. I have to say I think my son could actually work the coffee pot if he could reach it, he's been 'helping' me make coffee since he was about 11 months old... man, was I ever thinking ahead!!!

Sphinx - oh yes, I remember those days. I used to have to do the same with Charlie - heaving him around the house endlessly so he could turn the lights on and off...

Dotterel - wow, good one! It is quite grownup though. I don't think I could be trusted to do the ironing without burning myself until I was at least 40.

Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings said...

It is so weird watching my son grow up. somedays he's a "big boy" and other days he doesn't want to be so he says, "I a baby.." It all depends what he wants to do or is being asked to do!

Carah Boden said...

Glad I found you. Reading this has made me very sad that I wasn't writing a blog when my three girls were growing up! (youngest is now 7 but, cliches notwithstanding, she will always be 'my little one'). I remember so well the graduation to the light switches - the grubby marks below them on the wall bear testament to those shorter days - and only the other day youngest one said 'Mummy, remember when I couldn't open the fridge door?' I do indeed. Now 'scuse me while I go off and weep somewhere...

Ps: like Iota, eldest (11) is producing a nice cup of tea now. It is one of the compensations of their ever-increasing independence...

Sparx said...

Lisa - Charlie is exactly the same... some days 'I'm NOT a baby' and some days 'I'm a baby Mummy'. Today I got given merry hell for giving him milk in a baby bottle... I'm sick and wasn't thinking...!

Her on the Hill - well better late than never. I try to keep a copy of the blog as hopefully he'll be interested in reading it one day...

Sue said...

Oh man... Rahul says that all the time these days.

"Oh, I can do it when I'm bigger?

(Pause)

I'm bigger now, I want to do it NOW."

"I'm bigger than Baba, bigger than the giraffe, I'm a big Dada (elder brother) and I can do everything."

Until of course, he doesn't want to do something and then he mysteriously becomes too little. Bah.