Career planning

Whilst watching a rubbish film (ostensibly for LM's benefit but we carried on watching after he'd gone to bed) LM announced he would like to be a fighter plane driver.  Not a pilot you understand, he was most insistent on that point, but a driver.  Then the plane in question crashed in a ball of fire and he turned round & said "I don't want to drive it, I want to fix it"  (Top marks for putting Health & Safety above glamour).  So aeronautical engineer it is then.

This isn't a new fascination - he is obsessed with Fleet air arm museum and reads (looks at) the guide avidly.  Among his favourite toys is an aircraft carrier and its various jet planes so I guess I should take this ambition seriously....until the next one. 

Eternally Grateful

This morning I feel like I have the hangover from hell but I didn't touch a drop.  Who knew that alternately crying & laughing could have the same effect as a couple of bottles of wine? (Of course staying up way past my bedtime may also have contributed).  Yes, it was Comic Relief 2011 last night and yet again it was brought home to me how incredibly lucky I am.  LM may have his moments but he is healthy and safe and I can afford to give him everything he needs.  We need to be reminded of this every so often

Love your veg

One of LM's favourite jobs is helping to unpack the veg box delivery.  Today he was putting away one of the smaller carrots and exclaimed "A baby carrot!  Ahhh!  Do you want to stroke it?"  Now I love my veg but caressing them is not my thing.  I only hope it's not going to stop him eating them - I don't want to be accused of cruelty to root veg

Regression therapy

I thought we had it licked, the old potty training.  We were even using the toilet on our own.  But just lately little accidents keep occurring (3 or 4 times a day) and I don't know how long my sanity or, indeed, my washing machine can take it. 

We made a deal last night where Little Man (henceforth, LM) agreed to a sticker reward system for dry days on the basis that he could get a prize for 10 stickers.  So now he just doesn't mention his accidents and even had the cheek, when I mentioned he looked a bit wet, to say "DON'T tell me Mummy".  I appreciate his time is just too full on with fun to be bothered with mundane trips to the toilet but how do I explain that the Washing machine/Ironing treadmill I'm on is not my idea of fun?

On the plus side, his tidying up skills are improving.  He wouldn't leave Toddler Group until he'd tidied up every last ball and even just cleared his room.  Long may it last!

Newbie

Having moved to Devon not so long ago & having family & friends living far away, I thought I would start (belatedly) to jot down bits & pieces about my life with a beautiful 3 year old son.  (Also, I'm getting on (as my brother likes to remind me) & my memory's not so good so this is more of an aide-memoire than anything else).

New to actively blogging, I'll try not to make too many etiquette mistakes.  Of course, I have to remember to actually blog too.

PS please excuse the overuse of parentheses