26/52: Those three little words

It’s because she listens to me and she gives lots of attention to what I’m saying – JD, 4

I don’t like boastful parenting. “Ooh, my child was doing dishes at 9 months and by two years old he’d moved out and got a job in the city. What has YOURS done?” No, no, no.

But I have to boast a bit about Miss J’s achievements this week, and how JD has supported her. I just have to. Because it’s been one of those big weeks where their relationship strengthened and she suddenly sprang forward developmentally. I want to share it with you…

She’s talking

All of a sudden, Miss J went from babbling the odd syllable to talking. She can say THREE WORDS clearly, “daddy”, “again” and “yeah” – the last of which she says in an enthusiastic whisper, mirroring the way we say it to her. JD is fascinated and spends careful hours coaxing words from her with gentle songs and smiles.

She’s clapping

With her feet planted firmly on the foot plate of her Tripp Trapp, her dexterity has improved noticeably and she’s clapping at everything from the offer of food, to Tree Fu Tom, to the arrival of Mark home from work – always accompanied by a huge cheesy grin. JD’s dances bring her out in a full round of applause.

She’s climbing and pulling herself to standing

Miss J launched herself at a beanbag and scaled up it like a pro. Then she climbed down, crawled over to the sofa and stood herself up, grinning wildly. I just sat there open mouthed, wondering where my helpless little newborn had gone as JD pulled on my sleeve and pointed proudly.

So yeah, she’s eight months, he’s four years old and they are both amazing. All kids are in their own special, wonderful ways.

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Tripp Trapp highchair and Xplory stroller – I love Stokke

Oooh, that’s unusual / cool / beautiful / wow! – everyone

You know how much you love your kids? So much you can’t stop taking pictures of them? You’re just so proud of how beautiful they are? Well I think I’m in Stokke love.

We have a Tripp Trapp high chair and Xplory stroller and they’re both amazing – gorgeous in purple, unusual in design and built to last for years as they morph to suit Miss J’s growing frame.

The Tripp Trapp chair is light, neat, wipes clean easily and fully supports Miss J’s feet, meaning she’s developing her self-feeding skills already.

The Xplory stroller is a dream to steer, has plenty of space for my man-like stride, and brings Miss J up to eye level where we can interact much more effectively. The Xplory also doubles as a high chair when we’re out and about – we just put it into the upright position, collapse the handle and push it up to the table.

Did I mention I’m in love?

Disclosure: The Xplory was sent to us free-of-charge for review and we bought the Tripp Trapp in an online charity auction. No payment was received for this post. All posts are 100% honest.

7/52: my heart in her hand

Can I hold her hand? I want to hold her hand! – JD, 4

Little Miss J has me wrapped around her little finger. And very beautiful fingers they are too.

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What my children mean to me

What do your children mean to you? – Nickie from IAmTypecast.com

As part of a campaign to promote children’s cancer charity, CLIC Sargent – and Yummy Mummy Week (10th to 18th March 2012) – Nickie has asked, “What do your children mean to you?” and “How have they changed your life?”

My children are my proudest achievements. They’re the reason I’ve smiled more in the last four years than I smiled in the full 25 years before that.

They’re the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of before I go to sleep. They’re proof that I can at least do two things right.

They’re embarrassing beyond measure. Tantrums in supermarkets. Poo exploding out of nappies in restaurants. They turn me an unattractive shade of red that deepens as strangers give me that “can’t you control your children?” look and I try to plea back, telepathically, “they’re really good most of the time!”

They make me laugh until my face hurts and sob when no one’s looking. I watch them grow and develop with excitement and terror in equal measure – my precious little people.

They’re frustrating, exhausting, infuriating little wonders and I wouldn’t change a thing about them.

I had to say “touch wood” to myself while writing this, a superstitious chant to ward away illness and ill fortune. For those families affected by children’s cancer, I can’t begin to imagine how hard daily life must be – even the thought leaves me numb.

Thanks to Nickie for hosting this prompt. Go and read Nickie’s blog if you haven’t already – it will leave you in no doubt as to the importance of CLIC Sargent’s work.