20 months

I am so proud of you Rabbit. You have really grown up so much this month. You now attend childcare two days a week.


At first you were miserable, and I spent several mornings feeling totally distressed, with your howls and pleading face echoing behind me as I left the childcare centre. But this last week you seemed to settle down and now the carers tell me that you’re doing really well. Renee thinks you are wonderful as you are such a good little helper. As soon as the bag comes out for the toys, you are there by her side, helping her pick up the blocks and put them away. What a sweetie you are!

You kept crawling around on the floor last Saturday and had me quite perplexed. I mean, you haven’t crawled for a good six months. And then I realized. The babies in the childcare center with you probably still crawl! It seems quite funny to see you clattering around on your hands and knees again after all this time. Especially seeing as you are loving to run everywhere at the moment. You run around and around the rug on the lounge-room floor. And around Grandma and Grandad’s kitchen bench. Around and around.


You have been more vocal too. The kids at childcare tend to talk a lot more than you. So, you’ve upped the volume, but still don’t make any words. Oh, sure, you can say “woof” on demand. You’ve said “Jak” a couple of times quite clearly. And I know you can say “Dadda!”, because I’ve heard you when Daddy comes home from work. But you choose to communicate pretty much non-verbally for the moment. And that’s fine. In your own time. Although, you do have the sweetest little voice and I can’t wait to have proper conversations with you.

Everyone warned me, but I don’t think I realized… the other thing you have been bringing home from childcare is bugs! I joked to Daddy this week that by Monday morning I usually know what bug you have brought home on Thursday/Friday the previous week. This week it’s a cold. You and I are sharing it. The week before it was gastro, which you and I shared also. A fortnight before that you got a nasty cough that you shared with Daddy the following week. And before that you had an ear infection and I had caught the cold you had prior to that. Argh!

I have noticed that you are a lot more independent this month. You are able to put your arms through the sleeves of your clothes and you try to put your shoes and socks on. You want to try to do everthing yourself. You won’t let me help you with your food. You must hold any spoon that comes near your mouth. Actually, you are pretty capable of guiding the spoon to your mouth now, so I let you go. It’s nice to have that time to do something else. What I’m not enjoying is your growing tendency to throw your bowl, cup and any food that happens to be lying around, onto the floor. Especially seeing as it’s accompanied with a huge chuckle if I tell you that it’s naughty.


I watched you eating your lunch the other day. You didn’t seem all that hungry and I just watched what you were doing. I watched as you fingered your vegemite sandwich, then tipped it from the plate onto your high chair. You put a piece in your mouth and half bit down on it, then changed your mind and took it back out of your mouth. You tipped all the pieces of sandwich into your pelican bib and then fished them all back out again and piled them up on your plate, that by this time was upside down. Then you took each little bit one by one from the top of the plate and put them back on your highchair tray. Lots of playing. Very little eating. When you finished, you piled your cup and flannel on top of your bowl and looked at me. Finished Mama!

Ratbag! I love you |.............thiiiis much................|