My baby boy is growing up. He’s nearly 29 months now, a fully-fledged toddler. The baby days are ending. We have potty training on the agenda for this year, though to be honest, I’m in no desperate rush with that one. He starts pre-school this September, two days a week, and I think that will be really good for him, a chance for him to assert a little independence. As he grows, life becomes easier. He communicates very well now, there’s little that he cannot say, and he certainly understands what we say. Whether he accedes to it…well, that’s a different matter! He and Boo play very well together, creating imaginary worlds that they both immerse themselves within, alternating between concentrating on the tale that they’re weaving, and laughing uproariously. Laughter is the soundtrack to my days when I have the two of them about, and what better soundtrack could I ask for?
So, no, I don’t look back longingly at the baby days. I do not get broody when friends have babies, I’m simply very happy for them, as I know the fun that they have in store. I do not envy them the breastfeeding, the weaning, the first words, the first steps. It’s all exciting, but I am looking forward now, content that our family feels complete. But, there is one thing that I will miss, that will indicate that final toll of babyhood, and I’m really not looking forward to it. The nap.
Now, I need this naptime, as that’s when I get most of my blog work done. So yes, it’s a handy thing to have! But it’s not simply for that reason that I do not want it to end.
I love the post-nap moments.
When my son wakes from his nap, he calls out for me. He never gets out of bed, he simply sits up and calls for me. When I duly arrive, summoned from whatever task I was furiously attempting to complete before this moment, he grins. He snuggles straight back down and waits for me to get into bed with him. We cuddle, silently. Then as he comes round a little, his mind starts ticking and he either scampers out of bed to bring back a book for me to read to him, or he creates his own story. The other day, the dinosaurs were in my bedroom, then they were in the bathroom, then finally, they breached our defences and were in Little Man’s room. He roared at them to get away, he fed the baby dinosaurs Weetabix to keep them happy, and the big dinosaurs were scared off with a particularly aggressive rendition of the Gigglebiz theme tune. Oh, to get into his mind!
I need these moments. No matter the sort of day I’m having by this point, as soon as I walk into that room and catch sight of that welcoming grin, the stresses recede and it’s all about that precious time. It’s actually one of the few times each day that I don’t have my phone glued to me, either. I always leave it downstairs for this special time, no distractions.
Boo stopped napping at around this age, though she’d been difficult to get off to sleep sometimes for several months before she stopped. Little Man is very happy to go off for his nap every day, never fights it, and always sleeps. I only hope that this is a sign he’ll be having them for a while longer, as I am just not ready to give up our slumber-some cuddles yet.