...Aaaaand, we're back. Been busy doing some properly intense child-rearing so no new posts for a couple of months, but what's happened since I last hollered into one of these little boxes? Well, you're talking in full sentences, which amuses our various healthcare professionals no end. You can repeat almost anything I say, basically verbatim, on first listen. This means you share a skill for language with me - I can remember being the same when I was only a little older than you. A right little chatterbox, in other words. I love it.
You're also dabbling with potty training, so our bathrooms have these insane wee-Dalek-things on every toilet, should Sir deign to go the whole draws-dropping hog. Sometimes you do, sometimes not, but as with most other things, you're pretty sanguine about things. You seem to oscillate wildly from laissez-faire, laid back little geezer one minute and incredibly precise, intricate, detail-obsessed perfectionist the next. Your personality is your own, but I can see a little man with a face like mine, a demeanour that's a blend of me and your Mum, and some great aspects of your grandparents as well. You stick at things until you're happy with them, like your Mum, but you're impulsive and prone to mood-swings, like me. You're getting braver, like your Mum, but you're prone to timidity and shyness, like me. It's fascinating. You're fascinating. You don't have my obsession with pizza yet, but you appear to like the smell of coffee. You'll do well in the long run, mate.
Also, you're a genuine pleasure to be around. Sometimes, you drive us both to distraction, and you've caused more arguments than Brexit or lockdowns combined, but only because we both love you to bits and you're a demanding little boy. You make us better at being humans - thankyou for that. You demand food, love, attention, help, praise, comfort, shelter, warmth, challenges, reciprocation of effort, time, money and 99% of the available space in our brains, but we'll let you have all of that. I think you're going to be a hell of a guy, and I hope you'll be a good man, full of life, hope and conviction. I get the feeling you're going to be a handful, as there'll be no little foil for you to compete with for a while, but you'll get there, my man.
