When I read back over old blog posts, my favourite ones are stories of adventures we have had, and the Little People Updates. I already feel like I am remembering less of Toby than of Alyssa, so I need to make an effort to write about them more regularly.
Recently I have realised that Alyssa is truly a little girl, and she feels different to me. She gets herself dressed and undressed, changes independently at the pool, washes her hands and cleans her face, packs morning tea for herself when we go out, and alerts me if something isn’t as it should be. There are still plenty of things that she is capable of that she doesn’t yet do such as putting her clean clothes away, but on the whole she is her own independent wee person.
Her confidence has grown hugely over the last few months. I think Toby helps a little with this, as he is so confident talking to strangers. Also she is now one of the oldest in her preschool room, and adopts a leader type role in this setting and when she plays with friends at home. She loves to organise people and make sure everyone is engaged in her imaginary games in the appropriate way.
She continues to love babies, real and pretend, and is asking Santa for a baby, dummy, bottle and lid. She doesn’t seem to be so interested in reading and writing at the moment – I suspect she is consolidating what she knows and ‘bam’ in 6 months time will just decide to start reading chapter books. That’s the sort of way she does new things, anyway. She can read and write and sound all the letters, is an ace at ‘eye spy’, and tries to read along with me by guessing what the next words might be.
I’m not going to label her eating patterns, because labelling children is something I abhor, but she is a bit hit and miss. Often miss. She eats plenty of carbo and fruit, about one variety of vegetable, no meat unless it’s processed, and plenty of dairy. Our approach is to be totally nonchalant and trust that she will eat what she needs and at some stage be a bit more adventurous. We just dish up whatever we are all eating, and if she goes to bed after having only had half a mouthful, so be it.
Our Mr Toby Toblerone is almost 2 1/2, and he is cheeky, entertaining and engaging. I often say his main purpose in life is to make people laugh. He still has a voracious appetite and will consume vast quantities of home grown kale, spinach and silverbeet which does make me quite cheerful.
Toby is being a bit challenging with his sleep at the moment. He still settles well for his hour long day nap, but often takes 1-2 hours to fall asleep in the evening and usually wakes up a handful of times in the night, needing to be tucked in again. He’s pretty wriggly so he always gets out of his blankets and ends up cold, and he’s also developed a whole lot in his language recently so that might account for being a bit unsettled.
Toby is talking in full sentences, although he doesn’t quite get everything quite right. He hasn’t got his ‘hims and hers’ sorted yet, and he’ll do things like fart and say “did you see that, Mummy?” (I hope not!). He is constantly asking “what are you doing, Mummy?” – and in fact will quite happily ask any random person what they are doing.
Toby is just getting the hang of his balance bike and is utterly fearless on it (to the detriment of his knees, hands and head), is super confident in the pool splashing and going under the water, and loves to have running races with his big sister. He does not like to be called a baby, or in fact a little boy: “me a boy! me a big boy!”. He has just started initiating his own imaginary games rather than just joining in with Alyssa’s, for example building caravans or planes in which they go to visit their cousin Matthew (who they last saw a year ago in Auckland!).
Alyssa and Toby are great self entertainers, and I am happy to report that television is not needed to enable adult sleep ins on Sundays. They can get themselves up and sort their breakfast provided I’ve put the milk into a smaller jug, and quite cheerfully play for one or two hours while we snooze. We just have to be relaxed about the house being in rather a state when we finally emerge, with a selection of apples scattered in every room with just one or two bites out of each.
For a sleep in, that’s a small price to pay.