Today I have an 23 month old and Christmas.

We have had such a crazy time over the last few days. We had Christmas and boxing day at our house.

You played like crazy with your cousins.

And got that fire truck you've been dreaming of.

And although there were many happy moments this Christmas, at the end of the weekend we had to say goodbye to aunty Kerryn or as you would say aunty Koon, we lost her to China and love of her life. And as happy for her as we are, at the same time we are sad. 
I'm sad because I will miss her, but I'm also very sad because I know how much you love her and how much she loved spending time with you. Hopefully one day she'll be home again, until then you are going to remember her through Skype.

At the moment you are really sensitive and have a lot of fears, Santa brought you some pull back trains that pretty much terrify you. You scream and say to me "only a noise"

Vacuuming the floor these days is pretty much impossible, you scream so loud, and the terror in your voice is real. I have to carry you while I do vacuum, which normally would be ok but with another baby due in less than nine weeks it's getting hard.

I was slack and didn't get a Santa photo done this year, but we did walk past many long lines where you saw him and waved hiya Santa. I think if we had braved the crowds you might have just sat on his knee.

When it comes to other children, although you love playing and having them over you don't like being touched and as they approach you, you practically throw your toy at them in hope they will take it and leave. I've never heard you use the word mine. I'm not really sure if this is because you don't have siblings or you have never been in child care. Either way I'm sure that you'll learn the word soon.

You still love being outside, diggers, hotrods, cars, dad, dummies, parks, bikes, the beach, grandparents and people in general you're so friendly.

You hate noise, seeing rubbish, when the floor at home is dirty and don't hold back in telling me I need to vacuum, sitting for to long, coming inside and grocery shopping.

You have caught on to stalling at bed time and do so by offering kisses to everyone possible for as long as you can, and to be honest most times it works.

Happy 23 months handsome xoxo

Today I have a 17 month old...

 This little boy is soooo much fun and cracks me up most days. I'm loving this age.

Harper at 17 months you are putting words together like, Lets go. Ready steady Go. Drive in car. You say so much now, I can't list it. You can also follow simple demands like, please go and get your shoes for mummy. You understand most things I say now.

You don't like staying still, you're trying to quit day time sleeps, you love teasing our dog.

Still love anything to do with cars and Still love dancing.

When you hear Michael Jackson, you try to sing along and I hear lots of woooooo's, ooooooo's and screams coming from the backseat of the car.

When you see a powerpoint you point at it and say Danger.
You happily go to strangers.
You bang your hand against the wall then fake cry until I kiss it better then do it again.
You fake cry a lot until I ask, Harper are you ok? Then you smile and stop.
Love wearing shoes and socks.
Love baths and happily pour buckets of water over your head. 

Can count to three by yourself, can count to five repeating after me.
Can climb out of the pool all by yourself at swimming lessons, never breath water in when I put you under.
Love to watch for daddy out the window.
Give amazing cuddles and kisses complete with sound effects mwah.


We love you so much Harps. Happy 17 months.

Today I have a 15 month old

This was meant to be posted on the 28th but since I've been computer free, this is my first chance.

My little Harper bear this month you are...

Talking non stop, too many words to list.
Climbing like crazy, I've had to put our kitchen chairs on top the table.
walking heaps, sometimes crawling.
Obsessed with cars and love to go driving in daddy's cadillac.
Dancing like someone possessed.
Loving being outside.
Pulling the plug out of the bath.
Love spending time with dad.
Love playing with our dog Nutella.
Cuddling toys.

You hate...
Being inside all day.
Being put in the highchair.
Grocery shopping.
Nappy changes.
Scream bloody murder when you have to get out of the bath.

Wearing size 0,00.
Happy 15 months beautiful boy, I love you.