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“No!”

Henry has started stringing words together lately. “It’s me”, “I do it” and “I’m fine” upon being asked how he is on the phone.

He’s so very capable at such a young age, and I find it very exciting.

Henry also, like most toddlers his age, says “no” a lot. An awful lot. He pushes food, toys, even us away at times, shaking his little head and thrusting his podgy, little hand up to emphasise his point.

There is definitely that toddler defiance in him starting to show. He’s a cheeky rascal though, and will continue to grin at you the whole time.

He has started listening to me more though. When he first learnt to walk, anywhere was fair game in his head. If he can reach it, he can have it, and if he can’t reach then he can point and call for mummy to help.

But when I say something is dangerous, he’ll listen. He won’t touch the oven, he won’t pull wires or grab things like he used to. We have three stairs in our split-level flat, and when he goes down them he gets down on all-fours, with his back to the stairs about 3ft away, and slowly reverses down them.

I am proud of my little munchkin, and he is well-behaved 99% of the time, which is the most I can ask for really.

When I was pregnant, I thought “I’m going to have a baby”. It never even occurred to me that I would then have a toddler, a child, a teenager…

It’s okay – I have a few years to get to grips with that.

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Tantrums, fishes and early morning alarms

We’ve crossed over into trantrum territory of late. Henry has learnt the word ‘no’, and uses it very forcefully when faced with food he doesn’t like, safety straps he doesn’t think necessary and when he’s too busy playing to have his nappy changed.

He’s a little pickle. I love my little handful, but those tears are not from hurt or hunger or something easy to defuse. They are definitely I-want-that-now tears, or let-me-do-thisĀ tears.

And how do you stop this kind of behaviour?

I don’t give in to his demands, but in public, when you get the cold stares and looks of disgust, it’s hard to refrain from giving him what he wants just to keep him happy. But I know that it’s for the best in the long run.

On the other hand, Mr Pickle has progressed again in his speech and social development. He can now say ‘fish’ when he sees them (or a picture of them in his books), and he now waves and says ‘bye’ and ‘b-bye’ when leaving people or places. He also, upon visiting his nana, walked proudly into her house saying ‘it’s me!’ and giving her a massive grin.

He’s turning into a little boy, before my very eyes. He’s still a little tot though. He decided it was playtime at half past five this morning, waking up, full of beans. In the car though, only three hours later, he conked out. I managed to get him out of the car and carefully onto the sofa at his childminder’s without him stirring.

He’s a big boy now, but even big boys need their sleep.

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Chatty Baby

Henry’s started being such a chatty little baby recently. This morning, he almost said ‘dada’, so I spent the whole morning trying to get him to copy me saying it. It didn’t work, but he is very close to his first word! The gaga and goo-goos are getting so easy for him, and he’s talking pretty much the whole day now.

I could sit and listen to him forever. I never knew a little voice could be so adorable. It’s better than any music I’ve ever heard, and it makes me smile when I hear his little babbling.

Clever little baby, it won’t be long before I’m teaching him about the world.