I had a lovely afternoon spent with Jake. After dropping Amy off we popped into Sainsburg’s and Jake helped to choose the items for our picnic on Hilly Fields. As a treat because he was such a good boy I bought him a gingerbread man. When we got back to the car Jake said. “My enjoying myself!”.
Back at the house I threw the picnic stuff into the cool bag and we headed off. Jake has rediscovered his trike and has pretty much learnt the art of steering. The pedalling is almost there. Once I get him going on a slope he quite happily keeps going on his own steam. In fact this is a ‘marker’ of his age at the moment. He is learning to do things for himself and to be a little more independent. Things like taken his top off or brushing his teeth or getting into the bath.
Amy measured his height recently and in the last few months he has shot up. This means that he can do a lot more. His jumping is excellent. He can jump from 1/2 a foot and land confidently without a wobble.
I’ve digressed somewhat. We had a lovely picnic, tearing pieces of bread from the baguette and adding roughly hewn pieces of cheese and torn ham. Great stuff!!
In the evening almost an hour after I had put him down he was crying out. I thought he would go back to sleep but it got more insistent. Eventually I went up. He said “I called you and you didn’t come. I was calling for mok”. Yes, I felt terribly wretched. We went downstairs to get some milk and spent half an hour watching Big Brother with the sound off. Jake aptly pointed to the screen and said “Daddy watching Cbeebies!!”. Never a truer word…