Yesterday, I was walking around M&S with my boys (husband and son) and saw a lovely, squidgy, little baby boy bouncing merrily on his Daddies knee with a huge toothless grin on his face. He was adorable, and I thought to myself oh he’s just like my son. Then I looked down and my ‘baby’ was walking along below me, backpack on, chatting away to himself – and that’s when it hit me, the realisation that my baby isn’t a baby anymore! He’s a proper little man with his own free will and independence. To be honest, it sort of knocked me for six, because in my head I see my little podgy baby – but to others they see a boy.
So, how do I know my boy is no longer a little baby!
- He walks. Everywhere! And he’s getting faster. He needs reigns, or a cute backpack making it look like he’s a baby Dinosaur, when in fact it’s simply a lead, else he’ll be off without giving me a second thought.
- He knows what he wants. If he fancies a drink he’ll grab his cup and have a slurp, if he wants milk he’ll frantically sign for it having learnt from baby signing. If he’s hungry, he’ll take me to the kitchen – he’ll even shake his head if I offer him something he doesn’t want.
- He makes demands. Food, drink, toys, park… if he has decided he wants it, he knows how to demand for it!
- For the most part, he only sleeps at night. One nap during the day is pretty much all he requires now. Not like a newborn so cat naps most of the day.
- He can eat for England and drinks very little. He loves food, healthy and not so healthy… But getting him to drink is more of a chore these days, thriving on milk alone no longer cuts it.
- He’s huge! He fills my knee when he’s feeding, looks huge in his bed and can now sit on my hip when I carry him.
- He’s very independent. He doesn’t need me to support his back or be close to him all the time. I put him down at soft play or at a baby group and he’s away enjoying himself with other kids.
- He can’t go to certain baby groups anymore! He’s too heavy for baby yoga, too old for Bounce and Rhyme, too boisterous for Piccolo Chicks and walking too much for Baby Messy Play.
- He can throw a tantrum! Boy can he throw a tantrum. Everytime I say “No” or prevent him from doing something that could cause him injury or harm.
- He shows love! He knows what’s going on and who his favourite people are. He’s pleased to see me when I return and comes on his own accord for kisses and cuddles.
And each day this list grows. I’m so very proud of him, but sentimentally sometimes I do wish he would slow down.