Moses is totally besotted with Hazel, which I suppose is a good thing, although I find
myself wishing sometimes that he’d avoid and ignore her instead. I spend a lot
of time saying, “Get out of her face, buddy” and, “Okay, that’s enough cuddling”
and, “Give her some space!” He’s all
up in her grill; he tells me excitedly, “Hazel just slobbered on my face!” when
actually he faced on her slobber. Fortunately Hazel seems less bothered by it
than I am.
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A few times now either Alan or I have commented to
someone about Hazel’s chubby thighs and been told some version of, “Don’t
worry, she’ll get skinnier as she gets older.” We then have to explain,
shocked, that we were bragging, not complaining. When the hell did baby fat
become a thing people worried about, or worried that parents would worry about?!
Hazel currently loves looking at herself in the mirror, and is not at all
bothered by her thighs; may this always be so.
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I used to think I enjoyed mothering during the toddler
stage more than the baby stage, but now that I’m at the baby stage again I’ve
realised I was wrong. Toddlers are pretty fun when they’re not being awful, but
babies are always fun. Or sleeping. I remember looking forward to the day when Moses would be able to talk and I wouldn’t have to constantly guess what he needed. Now the soundtrack to my life is a constant (it’s not
constant, but it feels constant) stream of talk:
“Can I have something to eat? Can we play Duplo? I want to make muffins today. Can I have something
to eat now, please? Do you know what? I miss Kerry. Can I ride my bike? Can you play Duplo with me, Mum? How
long is it til you’re out of the shower and I can have something to eat?”* I’m starting to think that my guesses were probably right most of the time back
in the day when he only pointed and babbled, and I’d really prefer guessing if
it meant I could just wash my hair in
peace.
* I promise I’m not starving the poor child, he just asks for food
when he can’t think of anything else to say.
I love this and that is a truly precious photo of them :-).
ReplyDeleteIt is a lovely photo, Belle :) I really miss the baby stage too, we are well into the two year old meltdown stage at the moment here ,which makes me yearn for the days when he was just a compliant little bub who did what I wanted him to!?
ReplyDeleteI remember reading a comment on Ben's blog when your youngest was a newborn - I can't believe two years have passed since then!
DeleteYes, after a year or so of toddler meltdowns I'm very much appreciating Hazel's quietness and compliance!