I am developing an unhealthy and irrational fear of Phoenix growing. With all these different mummy and baby classes I’m going to I’m really seeing a good range of baby sizes and stages, and I’m not feeling overly excited about what is to come. Life at the moment is fantastic. Phoenix and I have both sussed out who we are and what we’re doing on this planet, and now I can make him laugh and smile it’s all ‘good in motherhood’. So why, oh why do I just know that things are about to get shook up? Not fair! The next big thing will be him going into his cot, then teething and weaning and before I know it he’ll be up and about and that’ll be it, no more baby days!
There are a few things about toddlers that scare the hell out of me, namely being the following: they seem to randomly scream in high pitch tones for no reason, they put everything in their mouths and they have a continual stream of drool hanging out their mouths.
At playgroup this week I was wearing a rather large flower in my hair. This was a big mistake, I was literally like a can of Tango amongst a swarm of wasps, with the wasps in this case being lots of stumbling toddlers. One particularly dribbly little boy keep flanking me from the right and taking big swipes to try and get the flower. His drool reached his shoes. When approached by other children at playgroup, the ettiequte seems to be to smile and coo at the child, and then grin at the mum to make her feel proud. So I promptly followed suit with this ettiequte, when in reality I wanted to spin him around and set his dribble trail in the opposite direction away from me. I looked down at little Phoenix smiling at the curtains like they were the best thing he’d ever seen, and gave a little sigh that this phase will soon come to an end.
Has anyone else had this growth phobias? And can someone just tell me how amazing it will be when he grows up please (feel free to lie).
p.s – note big patch of puke on my jeans on pic below…maybe drool won’t be so bad afterall!