He’s growing ever so much, its crazy.
It was Oliver’s two year old birthday at the beginning of January. TWO YEARS OLD!
He’s not only walking and talking, he’s singing, dancing and running circles around us all. He’s fixated with Mr Tumble and loves his ‘spotty bag’ and his Tumble Tap (an electronic game similar to that which Justin Fletcher uses on the Something Special TV programme on Cbeebies).
Oliver is much more interested in the sign language from the Something Special TV programme, joining in as or when it comes on telly.
Physically, he’s made of a lot thicker stuff than Jack ever was – I don’t mean that horribly at all, but he’s got a lot more meat on him. And taking cues from Jack, he’s ever so confident too. But as he’s still quite young, he loves to be ticked and rolled about, or jumping all over the bed.
Little monster.
But as I said in the last blog post, he’s not as good at sleeping as Jack (and their mum!!) is. We’ve taken to sleeping on the floor beside his cot, to keep him in his bed at night time, which is not the most comfortable but needs must, I guess. We have been sleeping on triple-folder duvets to pad-out the floor, but last night was quite bad, especially as he started waking at 23:00 and then peaked at 01:30 this morning when singing along to the Mr Tumble teddy in his cot. (Not a good idea that one!)
But when he’s awake, he’s so funny – he takes no stick from Jack or the dog, or from Claire and I, come to think about it!! He can talk enough to tell us exactly what he wants to do, and when he wants it.
Little monster.
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