He "is
not the baby he used to be, Mammy". Number One spoke the words that had
been on my mind for the last few days as he watched his baby brother toddle
towards the front door, point at the garden and plead "Way?", his
word for "Bring me out there now".
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| Toddling with his trolley |
Number Three
is leaving his baby days behind him and waddling off into toddlerhood faster
than either of his brothers did. He began walking at ten months and astounded
the doctor last week at his 12 month check up by greatly surpassing every
milestone on the checklist. Now, at just barely a year old, his vocabulary has
progressed from "Mama" to "Mammy", "dis" [this],
"da" [as in German for "there", not Russian for
"yes"], "brrr" [the noise of a car], "pff, pff"
[I assume this to be a shooting noise since he uses it when he gets his hands
on his brothers' Lego figures] and "boo-eee" [I have no idea what
this is supposed to mean but he says it often and with great conviction]. He
already has favourite foods (banana bread, nectarines, cherry tomatoes, scones,
raspberries, strawberries, carrots and cake), is the only one of our three
children to eat eggs and loves being outdoors.
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| Playing Horsey with his brother |
With huge blue
eyes and an adorable gap between his front teeth, he attracts attention where
ever he goes and he is beginning to learn how to use it. Waitresses and
supermarket staff get extra wide, toothy grins from him lately. His brothers are at his beck and call.
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| In back-to-school mode |
Two years ago
this month we decided we'd left it too late to have a third child. A four year
age gap would be too much, we thought. One year ago today Number Three arrived
into our lives, appearing so quickly that The Bavarian just caught the last few
moments of the labour. He is our wonder child, his brothers' pride and
joy, the final piece in our family jig-saw. We didn't know he was missing till
he joined us.
Happy birthday
Number Three!
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| Number One baking the birthday cake |
