I am on something of a reading frenzy at the moment. DorkyDad and I are having a few weeks detox, and the nonsense on television every evening is so much less bearable when you’ve not had a glass of wine. So we’ve been turning the TV off and heading to bed at 9pm most nights for an hour of reading before we go to sleep.
My tastes have always been fairly eclectic, but I think with the last ten books I’ve read I may have surpassed myself.
I’ve been tagged by lovely Angie over at Cakes Photos Life to do the 10 in 10 meme.
The idea is to write a list of hopes and dreams that you wish to be fulfilled within 10 years. You can make it as simple or as detailed as you like – add pictures, descriptions and how you will achieve these if you can/want.
Start with number 10 and make it the one you think is easiest to achieve, working down to the one that will take the most work, money or just plain impossible.
I found this a toughy… and if I’m honest this is a slightly edited version – some of the things that I really, really want I don’t really want to put up on the blog – I’m a bit daft and superstitious like that! But it has been a really helpful exercise in working out what my personal priorities are.
DorkySon and I made some pretty good chocolate brownies yesterday. I turned away from him to stick them in the oven, and when I turned back I found this.
Apparently licking the spoon is not enough these days. Much more effective to just shovel fistfuls of uncooked dough into your mouth by hand.
I can honestly say that I have never been one of those parents who express regret about the passing of time. It has given me great joy to see my baby turn into a toddler, and my toddler turn into a preschooler.
I want DorkySon to grow up. I want him to become more confident and independent of me, to do things on his own without my help.
Perhaps it has been easier because he is naturally a quiet and fairly reserved boy, and I am more used to giving him gentle, encouraging nudges to try new things, rather than trying to hold him back from activities that he’s not yet ready for.
That said; all his big developmental stages have started on his say-so rather than mine. He indicated very clearly that he wanted to stop breastfeeding at 9 months. He decided when he was ready to start using a potty, and when he wanted the bars taken off his cot.
The next big thing on the horizon is probably going to be dropping his nap. I feel incredibly lucky to have a three year old who still reliably takes an hour’s nap after lunch every day, but I am very aware that this time next year DorkySon will have started school, and it won’t be possible to keep that going.
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