So we’re mid through April and what a busy, busy month we’ve all had already.
From the 1st of the month, my tiny boys moved up from the ‘two’s room’ — to pre-school — and started doing 4 long mornings a week, instead of 2.
But this week one of our cars has been at the mechanic’s (having some major work done — yawn) so the boys have done three full days — from 9am until 5.45pm.
It’s a long old week for two little tots who are used to being at home every afternoon.
They don’t tend to have a nap every day anymore but they do go down for a couple of hours every other day — or when they look like they need it — so a full day at nursery has been a bit of a shock to the system. I’m grateful that it’s just a temporary thing, to be honest. We’re so fortunate that I work from home.
It’s been a busy month for us too; I mentioned in my styling the seasons post that my in-laws have just moved out of their home of 25 years, so we’ve been backwards and forwards — for various reasons — and even left the boys with their nana and papa for a weekend.
Which they loved!
They’re obsessed with my mum and dad. Never mentioned singly, the boys call them ‘nanaandpapa’ as if they were a single entity. Which I suppose they are.
There have been lots of other changes too.
They look taller and leaner for a start; the baby podge is almost gone and the chunky toddlers are being replaced by proper little boys.
Plus Cosmo has totally cracked the potty training (with no help from me I might add).
He’d been doing pretty well anyway — wearing pants during the day and asking to use the potty or toilet if he needed to — but at Easter when we drove up to Yorkshire he had pull-ups on in the car (for the long journey) but didn’t want to wee in the them and demanded we stop and find a loo!!
Particularly when Bertie shows no interest at all in getting out of nappies. I’ve tried coaxing, bartering, pleading with him. Nothing seems to make him want to make a start. He’ll ask to use the potty for the occasional wee, but that’s it.
I guess I’m not keen to hurry him into it though.
The nursery mentioned that he’s one of the few children in the pre-school who’s still in nappies. And to that I just shrug. He’s a little boy, who’s just turned three, and I think there’s plenty of time for him to get to grips with potty training.
Although if he’s still resisting once the summer arrives, I
will might give him a gentle nudge. It will certainly be easier to deal with when the sun is shining ;)
I can’t believe that yesterday marks a whole month since they turned 3! It’s passed so quickly — it feels like just last weekend that we had their pirate party!
Their monthly photos for April were taken down at our allotment last night.
It was such a beautiful evening and my boy wanted to check that the birds hadn’t dug up his onions, so we went en-masse to keep him company.
It was so gorgeous.
Beautiful golden light bathing the fields surrounding the allotment, some friendly cows coming over to investigate, and all the time the air was heavy with birdsong, as our feathered friends came home to roost for the night.
I love where we live. I love the fact that we can walk out of our front door and, in minutes, be surrounded by rolling hills.
And I love the fact that my tiny sons will grow up in this beautiful environment.
I watched them for ages; running up and down the allotment, laughing and playing. They are lucky indeed. Not only are they privileged to grow up in this beautiful country — I’ve spoken about my thoughts on that before — but they’re immensely lucky to be born with a built-in playmate.
Listening to them laugh is music to my ears. I can’t think of a more beautiful sound.