“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth”
I’m a little late to the table for this week’s Living Arrows post. For those who haven’t been following this series, this is a weekly community I join where I share a few snaps from our previous week to reflect what’s been going on in the world of our two littles. Set up by Donna Wishart at What The Redhead Said, I really enjoy joining in every week. If you’ve read my recent barriers to blogging, you’ll know that I’ve got good reason to be late, but better late than too late.
Now he’s nine months, he’s so close to being on the move and I think it was around this age that his sister made her few first tentative attempts at crawling. It’s funny how, first time around, you’re desperate for them to reach all the baby milestones. With no. 2 I’ve been quite happy just watching him be a baby and haven’t wanted to rush anything along at all. But I reckon he’ll be roaming around the house in the next few weeks – since taking this shot last week he’s now figured out how to get his legs out from under that gorgeous, pudding-sized bum of his. Watch this space!
Petit pudding, desperate to get his hands on his sister’s toy police van
Choupie is getting more and more independent by the day. She’s mastered potty training since we started before Christmas and now wants me to leave her in the bathroom on her own, shutting the door behind me (give me strength). She’s 2 years 3 months, going on 23. Her latest antic involves pulling the chair away from the kitchen table and propping herself up at the kitchen sink to do the dishes. When she came down from the sink (eventually), she dusted off her hands and said ‘fini vaiselle. Aidé maman!’ (washing up done, helped mummy). Long may the ‘helping’ continue!
Miss Independent doing the washing up to help mummy
What new antics are your little ones up to these days?