Last night was a very, very bad night with princess Willow. She is certainly living up to her nickname at the moment. After waking up every 1/2 hour or so & not resettling, I finally brought her into bed with us at around 6am. By this stage it was time to get up & the very thought of having to get out of bed (when I was finally getting some sleep) was enough to make me want to cry! By the time I dragged myself out of bed Roger had given Ryder his breakfast & got him dressed (no mean feat at the moment), he had also tidied up the house, hung up the load of washing that I had put on last night & best of all he had been down the street to get me a coffee, the paper, fresh bagels & a pastry for breakfast!? Of course then he headed of to work to that he can keep us in the manner to which we have become accustomed!
There are really no words to describe how lucky I am to have such an amazingly thoughtful & supportive husband. Husband of the year, you have my vote baby.Buoyed by my hit of caffeine & sugar I rallied the troops & we headed off for a playdate at Sonny's house. As per usual with these boys, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times... Why is it that toddlers only want to play with a toy that someone else is playing with?
Anyway, the trip home was rather slow as Ryder has decided that these days he likes to walk & hold my hand (sometimes). His catch cry is 'hol-han-peez-mum', which translates to ' hold hand please mum'. Ryder is fascinated with finding rocks & sticks on our travels, balancing on fences & watching out for spiderwebs. Best of all today, as we have had rain overnight (hooray), there were puddles to jump in & I don't think he missed one! I am learning to slow down & enjoy the little adventures that a trip down the street can create for a 2 year old boy. It does make for a slow trip to the mailbox, but I guess we should all stop & smell the roses.