Making it up

Small just got up to go the toilet. I’m rather impressed that he woke up actually - I think we’re nearing the end of nappies (well, pull ups, but you know what I mean ). After that, he decided he was hungry, so I brought him down to have something to eat.

He started a banana, then handed it back, wanting something to take to his room. I said he could take the banana, but he said he couldn’t as he didn’t want to get his room messy. I said that I would help, but it was all to much, and he dissolved into a wailing heap.

We cuddled for a bit, then he decided that he wanted a toy to take upstairs.

Not the dinosaur, that’s too scary.

Not the teddy bear, that’s too loud. (It’s a musical bear with built in keyboard, so that’s understandable).

Not the clown, that’s too funny.

Not the monkey, that isn’t a toy. (????)

The toy book! Perfect.

So Small, and the toy book and the monkey (acceptable as well once another toy had been located) went up to bed. I took him up and tucked him in, and tried to work out what he was saying to me next. After several attempts I realised he was saying he wanted the tape on.

But Big’s already asleep, I explained, and I don’t want to put on anything that will disturb her.

The bottom lip came out. The eyes glistened. He tried ever so hard not to make a noise though.

Inspiration! How about your baby music?

That’s a good idea. So now he’s listening quietly to Eva Cassidy, Songbird, which we all refer to as his baby music, from its playing during his birth. I assume he doesn’t actually remember it, but he’s always liked it.

I’ve only had to go back up twice since, and Tim has only had to go up once so far…