Because Matt cannot stray far from those needy green blades, I pack up the two toddlers myself, convinced that dragging them to an unfamiliar surround will be relaxing for all of us.
Forget rolling over. Forget crawling. I dare say forget walking. For me, hearing those first few words is easily the most mind-blowing aspect of the scientific experiment that is raising a child.
Ethan, like many boys his age, is completely and utterly obsessed with trains. Choo choo! All aboard! Chugga chugga!
I wish I could take credit for my budding bookworm and tell you that I spent untold hours reading to him in the womb. Alas, I did none of that.
Next up: toddler. On a good day, I can stealthily put on his shoes and jacket without notice. Today is not a good day.