Monkey's second year

Tomorrow is our Monkey Boy's 2nd birthday. Looking back at how much he's learned since he turned one I realise that it's been quite a year. A year ago Monkey was crawling, only knew a few words, would sleep twice in the day and we were still spoon-feeding him.

This year my baby has grown into a little boy. Not only has he learned to walk (and run, dance and get dizzy), he's also learned to talk (incessantly), count, and sing (and making up songs, albeit not very tricky ones - 'truck song, la la la').

This was a year of firsts including his first sand castle, first ride in Poppy's boat, first hair cut, first stay in hospital. Monkey became a big brother and is reluctantly learning to share his parents' attention.

When asked who his best buddies are he lists 'Braden, Ruby and Acey-Boy'. His favourite grown ups are Granma, Aunty Net and Mardi. And a few of his current favourite things are: his blue sippy cup with dolphins on it, all types of trucks! (especially tow trucks, cement trucks, crane trucks, diggers and his absolute favourite: BIN trucks!), watching the bin truck collect the rubbish on Monday mornings, doing jig-saw puzzles, providing a running commentary of everything he does (all day), going to Symbio, Crazy Maze and the Nursery Cafe, watching Play School, singing, eating cheese, eating brocolli (yay), not sleeping during the day and building space men out of Duplo blocks. A couple of new favourites have emerged this week: making collages (we've cut up every magazine in the house) and pulling funny faces.

So happy 2nd birthday to my little fella, I love you more than I ever could have dreamed was possible.