There’s a giant in my car!

Claire and I have both suddenly noticed that this little crying ball of poo that we brought home from the hospital has actually grown. Lots.

I noticed when Jack and I were in my car, and he was strapped into his car seat; I looked around and saw that there was now this… child sitting there in the back, and not the shrivelled up baby that I remember being in there once.

Jack says she notices that he’s grown when she lays him on the changing table, as he nearly fills the length of it.

Having said that, he’s not over-big for his size, I don’t think. But his size/height is certainly put into perspective when he’s around other children! Our friends came over a little while ago with their son and daughter, and that’s when I noticed Jack was dinky compared to these older two.

For me, it’s a lot more fun now that he has grown and can do/say more.  Like going to the big play places, filled with padded climbing frames, ball pools, slides and more.  I’ve wanted to go before, and thought about borrowing someone else’s child just for that, but it’s really good that Jack likes it, although I end up sweating and more worn out than Jack does, as I have to constantly chase him around the climbing frames, as he gets easily bowled over by bigger kids running mad around, and to stop him from randomly jumping down great heights.  And to stop him from attacking other kids when they’re playing with something that he wants.  Little monster.

When we’re in the car, he’s much more aware of what’s around him, and can spot a tractor a mile away, even if it’s in a field perpendicular to the road we’re travelling on. “TRAC-TOR!” is what comes shouting from the back of the car!  Good eyes.