Tag Archives: Toddler

The first night away

Age: 15 3/4 months
I like: Waving, cats, kissing – but not on demand, pizza

Earlier this week I went away overnight for the first time on my own. The company I work for has locations all over the UK and Europe and in a few other locations from South Africa to Honduras so sometimes a bit of travel is required. Since I returned from maternity leave I have not had anything urgent to attend that I haven’t been able to turn around in a day. There was a conference in Brussels I really wanted to go to so Mr O and I decided it was time to bite the bullet and go for it. Read more…

Pox

Age: 15 1/2 months
I like: Biscuits, the neighbours’ cats, boobs, the toilet, combing mummy’s hair (aggressively), gumbo

A couple of weeks ago we received a text message from Little O’s nursery to say that there was a confirmed case of chicken pox in the  toddler room. My immediate response was denial. I decided that since Little O was in the baby room and probably not licking toddlers it would be fine and he would not get pox. Read more…

The sibling question

Age: 15 1/3 months
I like: Porridge, bread sticks, mega bloks, pushing my walker, cats, boobs, not walking

There was a time I was fairly sure I would want two children – probably in quick succession considering my age and how long it took me to get pregnant with Little O. Since Little O was born though I have found my opinion somewhat changed. Read more…

15 month update

Age: 15 months
I like: The Wiggles, dancing, demanding to go in the garden when it’s raining, being upside down, boobs

Little O is now one and a quarter years old. He has had a tough week or so with teething and a cold that Mr O has described as “like the plague” (he has it too). Fortunately he appears to be bouncing back despite still being a massive mucus factory so let’s see how he’s doing. Read more…

Summer holiday adventures

Age: 14 1/3 months
I like: Rice cakes, peaches, ice cream, stealing biscuits, pointing at the door and shouting, “go”, boobs, putting random stuff in the washing machine.

It’s been a bit quiet over here as the entire O clan has been in Menorca for a week on our summer holiday. Menorca is one of the Balearic Islands off the coast of Spain and is well known for beautiful beaches and balmly weather. This has made it a favourite holiday destination of the O’s in years gone by but this was their first trip in 10 years and my first ever.  Read more…

Luggagegate… the sequel

Age: 13 3/4 months

I like: Clapping, singing along to The Furchester Hotel theme song, being cuddled by my family members, boobs

The O family has now been safely in Cape Town, South Africa for almost a week but our holiday adventures have not been drama free. Read more…

The great move… again

Age: 13 ½ months
I like:
Digging, boobs, peanut butter toast, Wotsits, my new house, my dog on a stick

I have some advice for you. Never move house. Of course this isn’t wildly practical advice since we almost all have to move house at some point but my suggestion would be to avoid moving house at all costs, especially if you have a toddler. Read more…

Mischief

Age: 13 1/3 months
I like: Playing granddad’s drums, Cheerios, wotsits and just anything that looks like it might be a crisp, pegs, pointing, unpacking bags, boobs

As Little O gets older, his ability to cause mischief, usually to our amusement gets ever greater. With that in mind I have decided to document some of the monkey business he has gotten up to over the last couple of weeks. Read more…

Dirt and train journeys

Age: Almost 13 months
I like: Eating sand, Organix oaty bars, being outside, banging on things, boobs

Little O and I had a pretty busy weekend. He is a popular chap so he actually has a much more intense social life than I have. I’m just entourage.

On Saturday we went to his friend, Little B’s first birthday party. It was held at our local soft play so there was a sandpit available. After any kind of water, sand is Little O’s favourite thing so as soon as he realised he could go outside, he abandoned the xylophone he’d been beating the life out of and made for the sandpit. Read more…

Bedtime… now by daddy

Age: 1 year 3 weeks
I like: banging on things, cake, touching faces, boobs

Up until a couple of weeks ago I was the only person who had ever put Little O to bed at night. This is because his preferred way of going to sleep is to be breastfed until he dozes off, eventually lets go of my nipple and lets me put him down in his cot. Well in theory anyway. Read more…