07 March, 2013

A little thing called 'Hope'

It's been a while between posts. I've not had a lot of spare time on my hands with dad away but I've also been lacking a bit of inspiration on the blogging front. The days and weeks have all but blurred into moments in time and many of these moments have been tough going, especially with your sleeping out of synch and your recent need to be physically attached to my side 90% of the time. 

On the upside a place has become available for you two days/week at a day care centre nearby. I'm really looking forward to some time to be me again but I'm also worried it will take you a while to settle into your new environment. I know these feelings are totally natural so I am trying not to dwell on them too much. The change of scenery and opportunity for you to experience the world outside of these four walls can only be a good thing. I look forward to you making new friends and learning new skills and I hope that you will grow in confidence as you do this. 

Your dad has decided that family takes precedence over his work and is hoping to negotiate a new role that is entirely office-based. If it comes to him having to find a new job then that won't be such a bad thing. He has plenty of experience and finding something either here or interstate shouldn't be a problem. For now, we will stay put in this house. I can sense that this year is going to marked by change and wherever we find ourselves I hope that happiness will find us too.

As you near your second birthday there is so much that I want to share with you. 

Sometimes your perfect little face just stops me dead in my tracks. 

You are gentle and incredibly funny. You love a good giggle and have a very convincing lion's roar. Hugs with your toys, your mumma and even animals in story books make you smile.

The letter sounds are a source of enjoyment for you and many mornings I wake you you chanting 'e e e - ele (elephant), i i i , h h h. You love any play that involves water or sand or  a combination of the two. Your favourite toy is your digger and you are always spotting cranes and excavators during outings. 

You are learning to take responsibility for your actions, it's a slow process but we will get there. The food throwing and spitting continues but you are slowly beginning to understand that there are consequences for this sort of behaviour. 

Your confidence is on the up and this is no more apparent than during your music class which we attend once a week. For so long you refused to stand up and approach the teacher but that is changing and nowadays with a little nudge from mum you can collect and return your instruments alone and have begun to participate in movement and music making.

Building things is something you enjoy. Many of your toys don't get a look at any more (even recent purchases) but you really seem to enjoy Duplo and Leggo.

It's been five long weeks and your dad is due home tomorrow. I hope the occasion will mark the beginning of changes that we need to make as a family in order to reconnect and prosper.




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