Umm – how are we in March already? And how have we been living in Sydney for almost a year already? And how is the Z man 5 months old already? I feel like time is flying – days, and weeks, and even months are flying by in record speed. I feel like I’ve lost that baby baby time with the Z man. He is pulling himself up onto this hands and knees already – wanting to crawl, and I am mourning the lost of my newborn.
I mean, I love this ‘baby’ stage too – but there is just something so magical about a newborn baby and I can’t believe that stage is over already, I loved to go on https://www.babymonitortown.com/ and get my babies the cutest accessories, that is definitely something I’ll be missing. Daddy got a mere few days with the Z man in that glorious newborn stage and that makes me sad too.
But the other boys are growing up so quickly too! I want to record some of my most favourite saying at this point in time – so we won’t forget them. They are super quick, and I know that in a blink of an eye you’ll both be big boys who don’t think that my dancing is cool or don’t want to run to me for big hugs.
I mentioned in an earlier post that the little dude is dealing with a little separation anxiety. A way that we have been trying to alleviate some of his stress is to reinforce before we leave that we will always come back. Now, throughout the day he will climb up on to my lap, hold my face and ask ‘you always come back Mummy?’, to which I reply ‘yes, I’ll always come back’.
He seems so fragile at moments and then the little dude will pull out two of his favourite sayings that make me think he will probably be an alpha male as he grows up. When he is out in the backyard riding his bike or out on the walking track on his scooter he will look you in the face with a cheeky smile and say ‘See ya later, slow-poke’… before really burning rubber.
His other favourite saying he pulled out the other day whilst we were stopped at the cafe after our beach walk down at Bondi. He was sitting in the front seat of our double pram and he looked up at two really buff guys, shirtless and in their boardshorts and says ‘Don’t mess with me, punk’… Luckily, the guys thought that this was pretty funny. I don’t even know where he heard this to repeat it.
Mr Moo has blossomed over-night now that he is attending preschool. I love seeing the friendships that he is making grow and develop. I love that he loves to learn. And I also love the special bond that he is developing with his baby brother.
It melts my heart when he is so proud to show off his brother’s when we come in for preschool pick up. Two girls often man the door – announcing when anyone comes into the room. They call out that we have arrived, ‘Mr Moo* – you’re Mummy and the babies are here’. To which you reply ‘The Little Dude* isn’t a baby, he can talk. But Z man* is a baby – he is so cute and adorable’.
We went to watch your cousin play in the under 20’s the other day and you were so proud to tell everyone about it the next day at preschool. You wanted to wear a blue jumper, just like your cousin. And your blue running socks, just like your cousin. And show all the boys how to kick the ball, just like your cousin.
It was very cute during the game when you called out to your cousin that he needed to ‘try his best to kick the ball with his feet’ when he attempted to head the ball into the goal.
Time flies when you’re having fun – and even though some days I feel like I am struggling to keep my head above water – I am having fun raising my babies into beautiful young men. I know, that in the blink of an eye, you’ll be those young men – who will tower over me and open jars for me. But for now, I’m trying to capture all these memories of you being little boys who want to snuggle in my arms and fall asleep with me kissing your forehead and singing ‘beautiful boy’ by John Lennon.