I know I keep going back to the 90s for these, but it really was the best time in my life and the best time for tunes to dance to. My best friend Maureen and I just absolutely adored Terrorvision, and since I couldn’t find a video of our fav “pretend best friend”, I’ve chosen the wonderfully catchy Oblivion. Ohhhh halcyon days indeed……

Also special hugs and wishes for Claire, who got me started on this musical monday thing, who is in Jamaica right now for her wedding, lucky girl. I hope you are having an absolute ball!

I love Post Secret Sundays. I wait until I put The Boy down for his afternoon nap, make a double choca mocha and sit and go through them all. This week, instead of the usual Sunday Secrets, there was this video. Love it love it love it.

I had to go and pick up a new hosepipe this afternoon, so of course ended up buying a new top, 3 new necklaces and a pair of earrings. Oh and also a potty (EEK) for The Boy. That should be fun.

But my “oops” in the title, is referring to the momentary case of diet amnesia I suffered, which resulted in me eating a Burger King Chicken Royale meal. I was halfway through it when I realised I was on a diet lol. And I was SERIOUSLY hyperactive for about an hour after it. There must be shitloads of sugar in those burgers. I’m so pissed off at myself, partly because it’s my first lapse, but mostly because if I was going to use that many calories/fat up I could have just bought a bloody bottle of wine instead, I’m missing my wine

xxx

I’ve always quietly kept track of where the boy should be developmentally, compared to his peers thanks to bounty/babycenter monthly newsletters dropping into my mailbox to remind me, but all in all, I think I’m pretty relaxed about things where he is concerned. He was slow at sitting on his own, and walked at around 14 months. He’s never been ahead physically, although once he learns to do something there is no stopping him. Nowadays he’s a boisterous 2 year old, and while timid initially when trying new things, he’s usually the first to climb to the highest point in the soft play, or the first to take a running jump into the swimming pool without a thought for what’s going to happen when he gets there.

His speech has always been pretty good for his age, and I’d say he’s been pretty much on track if not slightly ahead of his recommended milestones where that’s concerned. But he will not tell me colours. I think he actually knows what I’m on about, but just can’t be bothered, or see the point in referring to something’s colour. I hear about all these other 2 year olds differentiating between sky blue and turquoise, and I’m hard pushed to get The Boy to tell me that Postman’s Pat van is red. It’s not worrying, but frustrating. I’m just so sure he understands. He can differentiate between on, in, under, behind, he knows when something is upside down etc, but still blanks me with the colours!

Anyway, I was thinking earlier about these milestones, as I was reading a blog where someones little girl will now answer with her name when people ask her it. The Boy, however, likes to play with your mind when you ask him his name.

This afternoon:

Me - “What’s your name?”
Boy - *looks at me as if I’m daft*
Boy - Sigh and says (usually with hand on hip) “Pocoyo?”
Me - “is your name Pocoyo?”
Boy - Looks at me as if I’m daft “No mummyyyyyyyy, not Pocoyo, you’re funny” (well actually it’s “funnty”, he puts an extra “t” in)
Me - “What’s your name then?”
The Boy - “Pato!” *walks away*.

Always it’s a version of this conversation, sometimes going through every character in Pocoyo, but usually ending with him definitely being Pato.

He can say his full name though, as I usually call it out as a warning when he’s misbehaving. I also call him Trouble P***** (his surname), and he substitutes his name with Trouble in one of the songs I made up about him when he was a baby. No wonder the boy has an identity crisis.