A Letter for my Logie….

Dear my beautiful wee Chunk,

048

You fell asleep on the couch beside me last night – for the first time in a long time. I miss when I used to be able to cuddle you to sleep. So today, I thought I’d write you this letter.

You drive me insane. You are the most stubborn, grumpy, independent little boy I have ever met and I love you all the more for it.

You and Aidy are so different. Where Aidy can sit and read a book or draw, you have to constantly be in at something, climbing something, breaking something, arguing with something….

Today I realised you are not a baby anymore. We have no nappies in the house. No night-time pants. No dummies. No bottles. You wear the same size of clothes as Aidy (apart from the trousers – sorry son, you inherited my unnaturally short chunky legs.) You ask to be left alone in the toilet. You want to pour out your own breakfast. You refuse to wear anything that isn’t your bright yellow fisherman’s jacket or your fireman wellies or your spiderman trainers – even though you stood in fox poo and your shoes stink. You ask if you can wear daddy’s deodorant. You’ve went from being my tiny wee baby – to a granda in a toddler’s body.

When you insist on dressing yourself - we get wellies on the wrong feet!

When you insist on dressing yourself – we get wellies on the wrong feet!

You’ve just turned 3 – please stop getting older.

I love how affectionate you are. You love cuddles and kisses and I’m never one to turn them down. I love how completely insane you are – your hysterical laugh has me in stitches. You love toys – and I love to hear you having fully blown conversations for hours at a time when you’re playing. I love how you love to start arguments (sometimes) – and how you never back down. I love how if Aidy is in bother you are the first to ‘back him up’ although we really need to have the “violence is not an option” talk boyo! I love how you blame everything on your Granda Donald. I love how you have the most mental bed-head in the mornings but you refuse to let me fix it because it “looks cool”. I love how you love your bed and sleep. I love how you eat an absolutely ridiculous amount of food – you’re like a bottomless pit! I love how if I am on the phone you insist on speaking – no matter who it is – and I can never get it back off of you. Mr Gab-a-minute.

I hate that you are growing up.

Stay 3 forever my little mad man…please?

034

All my love, cuddles and kisses, forever and always,

Mummy x

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “A Letter for my Logie….

  1. This is really lovely to read. My little boy is nearly two and I already feel like you do. As I washed and put away his bottles for the last time the other week I got super emotional. All happens too quick! xx

    • I know it all just passes in a blur! It just finally hit me because that’s him finally out of the night time nappies….there’s nothing baby left in this house! Such an emotional wreck! 🙂 xxx

I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s