Write 5 ways to win your heart
1. Bring me a big bar of chocolate, and do not be judgmental when I sit there and scoff the whole lot in one go.
2. I can be quiet and shy. I can be loud and brash. I don’t know when I will be either, so this is basically an “accept me as I am” point.
3. Have an interest in something I am interested in. It could be something small, like a love for a particular TV programme, or something huge, like a shared obsession.
4. Be nice to my children. My boys are everything to me, and no one is allowed to be horrible to them. That means ignoring them too.
5. Don’t take advantage of me. Yes, I have a car. No, I am not a taxi. Yes, I have a (secure) job. No, that doesn’t mean I have money to give away. They are just a couple of examples of how I have been treated in the past.
Guess what my dad bought for my little man today.
I am actually really happy about it, and I really don’t care about the volume of the noise that is being made by Mr. Gning and those sticks that bang the skins on the cylinders…
It means that my little man is creating music. No matter how much it sounds like ‘noise’ at the moment, I’m sure Phil Collins started this way.
Remember where you seen/heard him first..! (And if you’re lucky, you’ll catch a sneaky peek of me on the settee, ha ha)
Today is my sons’ 2nd birthday. I have to admit… I’m feeling rather emotional at the moment, trying to hold back the tears…
I don’t know why I’m feeling upset, but all I want to do is cry. I think it’s the anti-climax to what should have been an amazing day for my little man. As my husband has just pointed out, it’s probably all the build up to his birthday. I got over excited myself, and to William, it’s just another day. He may be able to say ‘birthday’ and ‘party’, but he doesn’t yet understand that today is a special day. It was just a day where he was spoiled with wrapped up ‘pressies’ (as he calls them), and that he went out for dinner with his mmymmy, daddy, nanny and grandad…
The anti-climax? Well. William has decided to be in a bit of a ‘meh’ mood all day. He’s over-tired. He decided to start crying in Asda… Then the screams come. Then he decided to cry when we were out at dinner…
I don’t suppose that it helped me either, when the party next to us consisted of about eight-or-so (what I thought was) 16 year olds, and one of their ‘nan and grandads’. The kids were all drunken, being loud, very disrespectful, and openly (and very loudly), swearing and talking about each others private parts. The grandparents just sat there and said nothing.
Anyway. It’s your party on Saturday, William. You will be surrounded by family and friends who love you, and there will be no idiotic strangers anywhere near you.
Happy birthday, my beautiful little man. You’re no longer a baby… But you’ll always be my squish-faced, baby boy, no matter how old you are.
I love you ❤