Birthday boy baker

Happy birthday Finn. Three today. Such a lot has happened this past year. You are still living in Scotland with Bea and Mummy and Daddy. You have started going to pre-school playgroup for four mornings a week, although you also go to Hummingbird nursery two afternoons (and so does Bea).
You've been sleeping in a proper bed for ages but Bea has only just made the transition.
You still like tractors, Postman Pat, the Wiggles, Fireman Sam, Roary the racing car and lots of other characters.
Mealtimes are when you make life most difficult for yourself - woe betide the adult who puts your milk in the green cup not the blue one. In fact, not very long ago you had such a meltdown at tea-time that you went to bed with no supper. In the morning you told Mummy your tummy was poorly. She guessed it was because you were hungry, so you had toast and chocolate milk - breakfast in bed. After you'd eaten it you told her: "I've got my smile back now."

Bea speaks

Christmas 2009 has come and gone. And so have you and your sister. You were here for three weeks which was about enough for all of us. For future reference let it be noted that although Bea turned one while you were here (and Daddy turned 30) she didn't walk on her own but she did add to her vocabulary. So now she says dada. mama, scarf (well, we know she means scarf) and nana. Clever girl!
The reason she says scarf is because she is always looking out for a chance to grab your comforter when you are not looking. She has Bunny, but it's not the same as having something of yours.
You, of course, now two, are talking nineteen to the dozen. Your favourite things are tractors, followed by POstmas Pat and Thomas the tank engine - and watching them on Mummy's i-phone.
You make up words for things, too - everybody has become allbody, smoked salmon was dubbed orange ham. It's charming. Just like you, when you are not asserting your independence and saying no to all suggestions.
You liked the snow. So did Poppydoggy who is growing apace.

Time Flies

Goodness me where has the summer gone? Little sister is now pulling herself up to her full height and trying to cruise along the sofa. She also seems to be showing far more interest in your cars than in her baby toys and you have a load of new words in your vocabularly including a very firm 'Mine'.
So - a progress update. You talk about the weather (rainingpouring), you can fill in gaps in songs (the wheels on the bus go 'roun an roun awdaylon'
You are stringing words together in ways that make perfect sense, Daddycup, Nanashoo. You have decided that Grandpa shall forevermore be called Papa and, of course, you are walking everywhere unless Mummy needs you to go in the Phil and Ted buggy because that makes life easier (and please don't kick Bea on top).
When you are out and about you like watching out for tractors, lorries and buses and you got very concerned when the fire alarm went off. I think you were convinced there was a neenaw upstairs. Trains are a big favourite, too, especially in stories.
But the big news of the week is that you did a poo on the potty. This may have been due to luck not judgment on your parents' part and we will have to see what happens next. But it was the first time Mummy had suggested you might like to sit on the potty and do a poo, so it was pretty impressive.
I still think Mummy will get the new puppy Poppy housetrained first.

Little sister

Your little sister isn't so little any more. In fact someone who shall be nameless said she has more chins than a Chinese takeaway.

Big Brother is Watching

...and stroking

And now you are a big brother

On Christmas Eve there was a special delivery at your home - a baby sister called Bea. I think you were actually having a nap when she arrived. I wonder how you feel about the new arrival?

Sprogwatch

It is two days before Christmas and we are awaiting the arrival of your baby brother or sister. Meanwhile you have been making the transition from baby to boy.
You have now walked five steps all by your self.
You have given Daddy, then Mummy, big sloppy kisses.
Mummy cut your hair with the clippers as it had grown very long at the back.
You no longer have bottles of milk and you don't often have jars of baby food. You are getting better about eating - but you would much rather feed yourself than have someone feed you. The only trouble is, you like dropping things on the floor and making a mess as much as you do putting things in your mouth and swallowing them.
You may not be able to tell us in words what you do want - but you have a very nice line in head shaking to tell us what you don't.
And you have discovered books. Especially books that do things. Elephant Wellyphant and Oh Dear are two of your favourites.