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My Baby Isn't A Baby Anymore: Welcome To The Toddler Years

The honest, refreshing, heart-warming parenting blog you've been waiting for... Follow Pamela as she navigates unknown territories as a mom of 3!

My baby isn't technically a 'baby' any longer. We can now refer to him as a toddler! And by God does he toddle!

In fact, he's our first, proper, my-heart-is-in-my-mouth climber! I can honestly say I never understood the pain of rearing a climber until I had one of my very own!

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He is now running everywhere, climbing everything and the proud owner (albeit not wearer!) of his first shoes! We had his first birthday at a local soft play centre, inviting close friends and family with similarly aged kids. This limited the number to 10 kids which included our own 3. It was nice to have it outside of the house as we were just able to walk away from the mess after the 2-hour session was over! Score!

And as with all my boys birthdays, I made Ben's cake and although it wasn't as intricate as I have attempted in the past it tasted good, even if I do say so myself! Yup, my baby boy definitely isn't a baby anymore. Though I've yet to get his first haircut.

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I'm holding firm to those baby curls for as long as I can!! Once they are gone there'll be no denying it! So, I have now officially been parenting 3 sons for the past 12 months. And I have zero clue where the vast majority of that time disappeared to!

 

The saying is very true: the days are long but the years are short!

On the topic of long days, unfortunately, the days of our goldfish Gyarados were numbered a few weeks ago when we arrived downstairs to find him floating in the tank! His companion Onix (yes, my boys named them and going by those names you would be correct in assuming they are Pokemon crazed!) was swimming in circles oblivious to his sidekick's demise.

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Thankfully the boys rarely ever even glance in the direction of the tank so they missed the display. Including the requiem which was held at breakneck speed in the upstairs loo!

Alas, poor Gyarados we barely knew thee!

And on the topic of not knowing - the kids didn't need to know a single thing as their dad went that morning and got a replacement, telling them that the fish in the bag he had brought in from the car was indeed their dear old Gyarados who had been feeling poorly. He quickly told them that thanks to a visit with the vet their little fish friend was "brand new"! Little do they know just how accurate that phrasing was!!

I am pleased to report Gyarados 2.0 is currently well, as is Onix. Innocence has been maintained. For now!

August also marks the return of two things in my life: school and football. I'll start with the latter as I'm disgusted that those football free summer months are a thing of the past. I'm officially a football widow once more. God, I hate the Premier League!

Then there's the return to school. 2017 marks the first year that this has been something I have ended up counting down to. That sounds awful so let me just make something clear here: I love my kids. Probably a bit too much if there is such a thing! I was so excited to have them all with me. All day. All summer. Every day. Every. Waking. Moment...

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God love me, I was hugely naive! Coming to the end of the holidays I was tearing my hair out!!
 

Now they're back to school, I only have the climbing toddler under my feet (and on my kitchen table given half the chance!) - and, the big news is - I'm DRIVING them! That's huge for me! My mother never drove, neither of my grandmothers drove, I never learned and had a really big fear of it if I'm being 100% honest!

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It's still quite daunting driving in rush hour traffic when it's bumper to bumper and other drivers are driving like loons but I'm getting there and that's what matters! I'm sure that by the end of the year it will be second nature to me but right now I'm still a little amazed that I am actually on the road.

Here's hoping the school year brings as many positive changes as the last one - and most of all, I will remain hopelessly optimistic that life at Montessori will calm my threenage tearaway! 

A mammy can dream, right?!


About the Author

Pamela O'Rourke is a full time wife and mother. She loves to spend her days helping to build her sons' imaginations and shaping them into the men they will someday become. When she has a spare moment or two she enjoys planning the family's next trip to their favourite place on earth, Walt Disney World!

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