Children Tend To Be Sticky

"There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million".

~ Walt Streightiff ~

This post is dedicated to my son, my dove, my Callum.

You’re a regular chatterbox – mum, ma, dad, duck, jet, woof, copta (helicopter), gonks (sock), shit, poo, kaka, broombroom, car, twain (train), door, twee (tree), don’t touch, nana, nouna (godmother in Greek) yaya (nana in Greek), pa (grandfather), lilo (pa’s dog), chisha (wee in Greek), bwoom (broom), shoes, bye bye, and coutless more in your own classic language. Your favourite is “Nah” with a wave of the hand. I'm surprised you haven't said the 'F' word yet.
 
You love the outdoors. As soon as we say the word, you’re picking up your shoes pointing at the door.


You’ve been walking for a while now, but it won’t be long when you are running and mum running after you.


You touch everything you’re not supposed too and are in love with the remote control.


You take a 3 hour nap after lunch. Mum catches up on the housework, blogging and um err exercising.


You point at everything! All the pictures on your bed room wall, everything outside. You try to say and learn all the words.


Bop, bop, bop to all the music. Commercials are your favourite.


Eats everything! Even curries and chillies, olives and fetta cheese. You prefer to eat all-by-yourself, but it all ends up on the floor and it gets all messy.


Has 12 teeth with 4 more coming through.

Kisses randomly and grabs my hand and squeezes it tight into a hug. But when mum says “makia makia” (kiss me in Greek) you say “Nah” and laugh.


You’re in the big bath now and it’s the best part of your day. You scream and holler when I take you out.


You like to screech so you can hear your own voice.


You are shit-scared of the vacuum cleaner!


You like to spin around and around. Apparently this is called “baby drugs”.


Love the feeling of your little tooth brush but would prefer to suck at it rather than brush.


Can turn the pages of a book but would prefer to play with your broom broom (typical boy).


Starting to climb on all the furniture and dance on the coffee table.


Can throw the ball but can’t catch it.. yet.


Understands and responds to directions. Soon you will be making mum her morning coffee.


Pretends that everything is a telephone.... chats to the whole world.... about your world.

Likes to help mum "clean".


Has started to chuck temper tantrums. Thank God dad does the shopping......

You went to the beach for the first time... and you LOVED IT!




My little man, it's been a pleasure.

Love you, mum xox