Disclaimer: I have no idea as to what number I’m up to, so I’m now picking a random figure.
I don’t want to forget being on the train home from the Paralympics 2012, with W on my lap, at 9pm at night, quietly singing Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer, over and over again to W, so that he could go to sleep. It was one of those moments that reminds me of why I wanted to be a mum in the first place.
And then, when we got home, W was asleep and in bed, straight from the car. But E was wide awake. Telling me he could stay awake until 11pm. Because he knows where it is on the clock. Love it. We get home, and we’re hot, sweaty and smelly, so I strip off to eat my coco pops with him at the table. This makes him giggle. But it’s not just a giggle. He’s got “the giggles”. So I put my bra on my head and this well and truly sets him off. He thinks it’s hilarious. And then R is watching us, giggling and for that moment, I felt like life couldn’t get much better.
And finally, this morning. I saw a pound coin, and 5op coin on the floor. E races to pick it up. He gives the pound coin to W because it’s smaller, thinking he’s clever. I said nothing about this bit. But what got me was W, asking all of us “Is this ice cream money, can we use it to buy ice creams?” In his mind, there’s money that can only be used for buying an ice cream, and other money that’s used to buy petrol (bank card), and a different type of money that’s used to buy our shopping (notes or a different card). It’s an amazing insight for us – that coins = money for ice cream. It’s funny how he acts as though he doesn’t understand lots of things, because he really does. He knows exactly where it’s at. If only I did….
Full blog on our Paralympic experience to come later today x