I cannot believe we are heading towards the end of autumn. Where has the year gone? I love Autumn time but now that we've started with the coughs and colds I am thinking of ditching it as my favourite season.
Well, life right now is...hectic and fantastic. I want to share a little of it with you. If details about my kids' lives bore you then you might want to skim read. Today's post is a little bit of record keeping so I can remember these precious details in years to come.
The two of them
Isabella is 4 and Fin is 1, turning two next month. I've happily said goodbye to breastfeeding (and my breastfeeding boobies although that is a little more upsetting), gigantic strollers, overloaded nappy bags, spoon feeding (mostly), and being the number one entertainer since they can "play" together. Playing is usually short-lived happiness. It involves Isabella making up the game, telling Fin what to do and getting angry at him when he doesn't follow her instructions.
Today, they just started laying into each other, hitting and slapping, laughing and crying. They don't know if they're having fun or torturing each other. Although they fight frequently they absolutely, undoubtedly love one another to smithereens.
Fin went missing the other day. We were just in the front yard and he walked off around the backyard. I couldn't find him anywhere after looking for
Isabella has also asked on numerous occasions if she can marry Fin to which I answered no. She has recently told me with all of her four-year-old stubbornness that she will marry him anyway. Good luck with that. Fin will also get quite lost when Isabella is at preschool. He will constantly ask about her, "where's Iz?" It does really bring joy to my heart to see them love each other so much. Yes, they fight but they are two little buddies with similar personalities. I didn't think it was possible but I have two cheeky, strong-willed, sensitive, persistent and active children. Fun times ahead.
Finlay aged 23 months.
Fin is a little ball of energy with a growing toddler's defiance. I love him to pieces. He is super cute and very affectionate. He is still very much a mummy's boy. He loves cuddles and still whinges to sit on my hip while I cook dinner. He also enjoys hanging onto my legs and following me around. He was sick last week with croup and i spent a few hours in the night cradling him and stroking his soft, blonde hair. I love that he feels so safe in my arms.
When he's not cuddling me he's usually wrestling daddy (Luke) or trying to annoy Isabella by poking her or taking her toys. He loves to get reactions at the moment but doesn't fully comprehend the consequences.
His favourite games are throwing or kicking the ball. He can dribble the soccer ball better than most kindy kids. He's phenomenal. Must take after his soccer-star dad. He also enjoys his little plastic animal figurines, riding his little pink trike (thanks to having an older sister), looking at books, watching Peppa Pig on TV, drawing and throwing the pencils everywhere, hiding, running around the house like crazy.
In the last month he has started putting words together and is now forming short sentences. A recent favourite was when he told me, "I wuv you mummy." He still speaks a lot of babble, non-stop talking really, but it's starting to slow make more sense.
Finny-boy is going through an assertive stage at the moment where he is getting very interested in pushing for what he wants. He loves to throw tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants but seems to move on pretty quickly after his emotional outbursts. He is still very easily distracted and diverted from whatever is causing the tantrum. However, changing his nappy, getting him dressed and strapping him into his car seat usually causes some trouble! Thank goodness he makes up for it with going to bed fairly easy and sleeping though the night...unless he loses his dummy.
So far, I feel like little Fin is going to be a strong-willed (but not too stubborn) little boy who has a big heart. He's very affectionate, caring and emotional yet he's also strong, tough and active. I can imagine him being the young man all the ladies will love! Though, he's my little man for a little while yet!
Isabella aged 4 and a half years old
Issy (Isabella) also loves drawing detailed scenes of her friends and family, chasing her brother Fin around the house, dressing up, playing with her baby dolly and caring for it, dancing (especially Irish style dancing), painting, riding her bike or scooter and, yes can't forget TV! She's quite obsessed with the movie Frozen (which little girl isn't?) and regularly sings the songs around the house.
At the moment she's been asking a lot of questions trying to make sense of of the world around her. She asks a lot about going to school next year and about different little conflicts with friends (let's hope this doesn't increase!) and random questions like, "Where do babies come out from?" The answer to which she was quite shocked. She's also been asking a lot of questions about God, what he looks like and what he does. At some stage I asked her how big she thought God was. Her answer: "I think I am just a little bit bigger than God."I laughed at this and wondered how God must look in her mind - perhaps a midget? Or perhaps she just sees herself as "bigger" than most people.
We're working on teaching her that it's important to learn and listen to others. Although she sometimes tells me, "I already know everything!" She's extremely strong willed and sometimes it scares me! But I hope and pray, if directed in the right way, she will be able to use her strength for good. Thankfully, her strength is also balanced out by a beautiful sensitive spirit. She cares greatly for her brother Fin and doesn't like seeing him sad. On the occasion I put Fin into "time out" she will follow me around trying to advocate for him to come out of time out. Future lawyer perhaps?
As mentioned at the start, I began writing this post in May. It's now July! I often fill my of spare time with working in my family's business or cleaning around the house. However, it's important to snatch up those little sppockets of time, even just for ten minutes, to write and reflect. Like just now, writing while the kids are playing in a cubby house made of sheets and chairs. It's an achievement that feels a lot better than putting on another load of washing.