The Toddler

As a toddler he was easily frustrated. But aren’t they all? He started to talk right on time, walked right on time. Said sentences early. I started calling him BamBam because he was a ‘bashy baby’. Just bashed all his toys all over the place making as much noise as possible at all times. He was still easily upset, hard to please, insistent.

Before his first birthday he learnt to turn on the stereo and play a Foo Fighters CD. He loved to boogie and would wiggle his little nappy clad bum and stamp his feet.
Getting him to sleep was still a nightmare. He would stand in the cot shaking it and screaming NO THANK YOOOOU, over and over again. You could only smile at the angry manners.

His sister was born just before he was 2 years old. We were so sleep deprived and surrounded by nappies we didn’t feel another baby would make much difference. And she didn’t. It did to Cyclone. He was fascinated by her but quickly learnt a great way to get a reaction is to jump onto the wooden floors just as mummy was getting the baby to sleep.

Thankfully out of the blue he started going to bed happily and sleeping though when he was three. What a long three years that was……