Cora at Two and a Half

Somewhere between the Celebrations of Christmas and the Miniature Heroes of the New Year, Cora celebrated her 'half birthday' and turned two and a half.  It may not be the most major of milestones but I love stopping sometimes to just appreciate how my children are right now.  To jot down a few of their quirks, the funny things they do and say and record them to look back at when she is twenty five and a half.  

Cora may be small but never underestimate her.  She is the boss and she knows it.  She knows what she wants and she knows how to get it.  She is a typical two year old in that she is more than capable of throwing a good tantrum and she practices regularly.  She throws herself to the floor with some tears that magically disappear as soon as something like a biscuit is mentioned.  She is pushing all the boundaries and finding her own way through rather than following in the paths of her brothers.

At two and a half Cora is around 85cm tall and still wearing mostly age 12-18 month clothes alongside some 18-24 months now.  Her feet are a size 22 (around a 5.5) and she is far smaller than her brothers were at this age. She is all grown up in the day in big girl pants and dresses which she absolutely does not need any help putting on, but at night time in a nappy and zip up romper she seems so much smaller.  Unlike her brothers she is fiercely independent when it comes to self dressing and if I try and help with a tricky zip she is more likely to take everything off and start again than let me help.  

She loves her scooter and can race her brothers well, one legging sticking out in the air like a little daredevil.  She loves to be carried everywhere too though, preferably in my arms but a sling will do.  She loves playing with her babies and I love listening to her  'I will push you in your buggy darling, here is your milk darling' (not quite sure where the darling came from!). Her favourite game is hide and seek and she will always, always choose Blaze and the Monster Machines on tv.  Everything should be pink, or purple at a push and pasta is her meal of choice.  

At two and a half her speech has snowballed and she communicates well telling me stories and thoughts and often making up lies that really confuse me! She still breastfeeds before bed and first thing in the morning but rarely feeds during the day anymore, but she does have 'giraffe milk' (Soya milk) during the day sometimes.  She adores all three of her brothers and has lots of friends that she loves to play with.  

At two and a half Cora is turning into a proper little girl and I am enjoying watching her grow and thrive.  She is my little pocket baby and my feisty little girl.

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The Wild Child

Archie was born with a glint in his eye that immediately set him apart from his elder brother.  He was calm, wide eyed and curious and whilst he may be a lot less calm at two and a half, he still has the same bright eyes and that desperation to see everything.

At two and a half he is a typical toddler in many ways.  He wants to learn everything using all of his senses, he doesn't understand his limits and high up is a challenge rather than out of bounds.  He will argue with you all day that he is actually four and 'big enough' for whatever you tell him he can't have and he is learning at a rate so fast I can barely keep up. 

I love this age, I love his developing sense of humour, the 'shows' he puts on to delay bedtime each night and the way he expresses himself.  I love that he is starting to assert his independance but he is also still a baby, needing more cuddles and physical contact than either of his other brothers.

Archie is struggling with Dylan being at school.  He isn't happy to leave him at the gates and he is so excited when he collect him.  I hear their little conversations as they talk about how they missed each other and declare that they are still best friends. 

This picture sums up Archie at the moment.  I told him that he needed his wellies on to go in the puddle - he thought otherwise.  Once he had run through it once, there seemed no point stopping him, and I spent the next few minutes watching him in his element, running through, jumping, stomping and splashing.  He ended up soaking wet to his waist with a huge grin on his face all afternoon. 

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Two and a Half

It has been two and a half years since I held my first newborn baby in my arms and this busy toddler has come so far in such a short time.  At two and a half, Dylan is a unique little boy, with a smile that melts my heart, eyes that sparkle as he is having fun and a heart of gold.

At two and a half, Dylan is a chatterbox, stopping only to eat and sleep.  He talks all day long, narrating his life, asking questions and learning about his environment.  We haven't yet got the 'why' but I think we have every other question under the sun.  

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