This morning two of my work colleagues asked about you. I proudly conveyed that you are now 3 years old, fully toilet trained (having insisted on New Year's Eve that you no longer wanted a night time nappy) and almost rid of the pram. It occurred to be last week that it might also be time to transition out of the car seat, but after checking online I think we can wait.
Sometimes it's easy to broadcast the changes that have been happening in our household. At other times I struggle to articulate the small, subtle shifts that happen all around me every day.
We spoke to Nana and Grandad on speakerphone during bath time this evening and I found I didn't really have anything much to report.
Nana and Grandad are currently in Melbourne, visiting your aunt, uncle and their two sons. We've discussed how they are away on a holiday. "Grandad's on holiday" you chanted at me after child care this afternoon. "Nana's on holiday" you echoed. I agreed only to have you follow up with "Grandad come home now!". Definitely a statement of fact and not a question. "No, not yet, baby" I lamented.
I know Sofia, I miss them too.
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