Dear Rabbit,
This month you have developed so much socially. You have made friends with two boys at childcare. It has really changed the way you react to Thhursdays and Fridays. You now look forward to going to childcare and playing with your mates. You don’t cry when I drop you off anymore (although you still look sad). And when we ask you who your friends are you cry “Dactil and Boah!!!!”. Aka Axel and Noah.
The other day when I picked you up from childcare, your carer told me that you’d been playing chasey with Noah and having a wonderful time. Then, last week she old me that you and Noah had been inseparable at childcare, doing all the same things together. I think it’s just great that you have two friends. Friends are a wonderful thing to have in life.
You are all about routines and rhythms at the moment. Your bedtime milk must be in just the right spot on the bathroom counter while you’re cleaning your teeth at night-time. Daddy isn’t allowed to sit in the chair in the corner of your bedrrom because it’s “mummy’s chair”. It’s the chair that you and I sit in and sing nursery songs just before I put you into bed at night. And there's a million other little things that I can't think of at the moment. Things that must be "just so".
You are great at tidying up. Although I suspect that is a product of childcare, rather than a natural part of your character. You pack your cup into your bowl after breakfast and bring them both over to the kitchen counter before seeking out your facewasher and washing your hands and face. I don’t even need to ask.
You amuse me with your attitude to dirt. You are a bundle of contradictions. I think it’s to do with your age, but it’s amusing nonetheless. You freak out if there are toast crumbs on the rockmelon pieces at breakfast. You whine to me if you get a bit of dirt on your hands. And yet you love to dig in the garden and move bark chips from one spot to the other. You don’t mind at all getting filthy dirty out in the garden.
Since going up to the kindy room at childcare your language has exploded. In fact there was one week this month where you seemed to be growing up and developing in front of our eyes. Every time we looked at you, you were doing something clever and new.
Your language is reflective of you being a little boy:
“bobot” = robot
“bobbles” = Wiggles
“deesplane” = aeroplane
“dayn” = train
“toto” = Thomas the Tank Engine
“bee-bee” = finished
“boolk” = milk
“bweebwee” = strawberry
“bock-ben” = rockmelon
You cry “Gook Mummy! Gook!” a million times a day. The other thing we hear a lot of is “Don’t Do Dat!”. It is said with a very determined tone and comes complete with a little stop-sign action. We get that a lot, Daddy and I. Jak cops a lot of “Jak, Don’t Do Dat!” too. Poor Jak.
You can sing entire songs now. Baa Baa Black Sheep is your favourite. I must make a video of you singing. You also can sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Row Row Row Your Boat. You know the hand movements to half a dozen others and join in enthusiastically.
We got out your puzzles this month. The big 20 piece puzzles. You stunned mummy and daddy by putting them together almost by yourself. You have an amazing memory. In a short space of time you had remembered exactly where each puzzle piece went. I can’t remember them like you do!
You love building with Duplo. I had never seen the purpose of blocks before. But now I watch you playing with your duplo sets and I can see their purpose. You adore creating everyday scenes with your little farm scene, or the house set. Ah, imagination.
You still love playing outside. You’ll happily wander around the back yard with your wheelbarrow full of some treasures or another (usually bark chips). I asked you what you were digging up with your spade the other day and you answered “Treasure!”. Simple. Wow. Where do you get these things?
You are a pretty happy, easy going little boy. We hardly have any temper tantrums. That’s not to say that we don’t have any, or that you don’t have your own mind, because you certainly do. But generally you’re fairly easy to reason with, or if worst comes to worst, to distract. As I said, you’re a happy boy.
You are quite a cuddle bunny still. You love cuddles when you’re tired or just waking up. And, this month, if I ask you how much I love you, you hold your arms out wide and say “Dis Much!”.
Ah, yes indeed. That much. And much much more.
