Little moments

I often blog about the disasters, the difficult times, the stressful bits of being a mummy, but not often enough about the little lovely moments.

Here are a few of these moments:

The Bear Chair; a bright pink bean bag that is in Harrison's room, donated by Aunty Emma and recently named like the Bear's chair in a lovely story we often read.  Lately, before he gets into bed, we both sit on the bean bag. Me first, then his little body next to mine; all clean from his bath and snuggly in his clean pajamas.  We put the little knitted cover that Granny made over our knees and I have my arm stretched around him to hold the book; his choice of course.  It's calm, content and perfect.  After the madness that is the day's events, this is a quiet time.  I read the book, he leans his head on me and just listens. Still and quiet.  A rare event for a toddler, and one to be cherished by his mother.

"Oh, Thank you Mummy!"  You spend a lot of your time as a mummy telling your little one what to say and when to say it.  "Say please." "Say Thank you." "What do you say?" "Pardon?" That you get so used to having to preempt it it takes you by surprise when they start to say it without a prompt.  Harri is a cheeky monkey a lot of the time, and by 'cheeky monkey' I mean little terror! So, when, now and again, he says thank you out of the blue and it's genuinely heart felt, it makes me smile.  A big proud mummy smile.

"Ta da!":  we are having a difficult time potty training at the moment and one day this week had been a particularly bad day, after clearing H up for the third time, I was  just sitting down for five minutes while the baby slept and H was running around the garden.  I can see the garden from my favourite chair.  My focus was on something else momentarily ( probably my blog!) and suddenly Harri was standing in front of me with his hand behind his back.  I looked up and he proudly said "ta da!" And outstretched his hand which was holding a tulip from the garden.  His way of saying thank you for being my mummy I think! 

"Bootipull":  reading Harri a bedtime story one night last week and there was a picture of a stary sky. The book said that Moominpapa liked to look at the stars and H turned to me and said "yes because they are bootipull mummy." It took me a minute to workout what he was saying, he's never used that word before, but what a clever word to use!  H's speech is slightly effected by his hearing so the sounds aren't quite right sometimes, but I don't think there's anything wrong with his vocabulary! 

These are just a few special moments over the past week or so, I'm going to try and document them on here so I can look back at them and smile.  With my memory I need to write things down and I know he changes so quickly these days it's good to cherish these moments. 

I hope you enjoy reading them. 

Happy reading! 

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