My two-year-old has changed tremendously in recent months. So much so I am honestly struggling to keep up with him. I am ok with him using words I can’t remember using in front of him. I can cope with him putting 2 and 2 together. I even think it is adorable that he has begun to give me orders like ‘I think you need a shower Mummy. It will make you feel better. Go on, do it now.‘ And how he directs me to eat even when ‘morning sickness’ is telling me the opposite ‘It’s dinner time Mum. You should eat now anyway.’

What drives me insane is that his little brain  is curious and clever. He decided the other day to take apart the vacuum cleaner. The day before that he tried to get into the belly of his toy screw-driver to see how it worked. Whenever he finds a real screw driver he goes and tightens the bolts on his table and chairs. Yes, for real. He has half a book memorised already and we only began reading it to him at bedtime 5 days ago. All of these things should be good, right?

Well yes and no. Yes because he is obviously enjoying exploring his world and no because I am at a loss as how to keep him entertained and challenged. Every day I try to cover something educational; the alphabet, numbers from 1-20, how to tell the time, geometry, animal documentaries, reading books. Sometimes he is interested, sometimes he isn’t. I try to do something crafty every day. He loves to paint, draw, use chalk, colour. He is obsessed with learning to use scissors and glue. It might have something to do with his recent obsession with going to school. Real school. Big school.

So I got ballsy and set up paper mache… What was I thinking? Was I even thinking at all? Obviously my brain got up and walked away on its own two legs. I watered down wood glue and put it in a big tray in front of a toddler. In the middle of my living room. Insanity! Of course he splashed his hands in it. Of course we argued that glue splatters were not a design feature for my couch. Of course he got bored within 5 minutes. Of course I ended up covered in glue (in fact I think I am still malting little dried bits of wood glue even now). To top it off as soon as I hung the balloon to dry it popped and the paper mache is now a crumpled mess hanging from my bathroom ceiling.

*Sigh* Epic Mum Fail. I hope one day I get the hang of this.

From last week on, expect to find me musing about motherhood on a Monday. Weekends are ‘family time’ in our household and so there is usually plenty for me to chew over and ponder. Like what was I thinking when I decided to have kids? How much had I been drinking? And did I ever actually decide?

Sometimes I will share some of the funnier aspects of motherhood. For example we were walking through our local shopping center recently and my son was singing happily. He does that a LOT. He has recently discovered that songs aren’t written is stone and that he can change words to change the meaning. Fantastic! That is another milestone ticked off. Well his change ticked me off too. He started singing;

“Old McDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O. And on that farm he had a Mummy E-I-E-I-O. With a Moo Moo here and a Moo Moo there…”

“Are you calling Mummy a Cow?” I ask, expecting him to say he was just being silly. No such luck.

“Yep! Mummy is a Moo-Cow. Moo!” Delightful, just delightful.

Worse still he has a habit of copying his father. (Yeah, you already have that ‘oh dear’ feeling don’t you?) Well my husband is still sickeningly in love with me, *awwww* and as never been put off by my changing body. He still finds it sexy! How lucky am I to have picked a delusional man to marry! Anyhow, Cooper hears his father call me sexy often. And I have a habit of tickling the top of Cooper’s thighs (just under his bum) because it is his most ticklish spot. So Cooper walks up behind me, and using his big boy manners, asks “Hey sexy lady, can I play with your bum?” Yet another talk about boundaries and appropriateness ensued. I had to wait until later to burst into laughter.