Newsflash...

OK, so some notable things have happened today.


Firstly, I just noticed that this is my 201st post. I ignored my blog birthday back in July because, well, simply because I never got round to noticing it, but 200 posts!!!!!! Who knew I had so much to waffle about? Admittedly, it's taken me nearly 18 months to get there, but still, 201? Really? Time flies when you're having fun...


Secondly, Boy #2 - bless him - is developing a sense of humour. Well, he's had one for a while now, but it appears he's fine tuning it. Hence the following conversation at the dinner table this evening;

Boy #2: "Finished. Let. me. down."

Me (using our parental stock answer when please's and thankyou's are not in evidence): "I beg your pardon?"

Boy #2 (slowly, as if to an idiot): "Let. Me. Down."

Me: "Come on, Boy #2. You know how to ask properly."

Boy #2: "Down."

Me: "When you ask properly. Like this. 'Please may I get down from the table?'"

Boy #2: "Yes."

Me: "No, not may I get down from the table, you. 'Please may I get down from the table?'"

Boy #2 (barely cracking a smile): "Yes. You. Can."

Me (struggling by now to keep a straight face): "No, Boy #2 say it. 'Please may I get down from the table?'"

Boy #2 (openly grinning by this stage): "Yes. Can."

And so on....

God help me when he's three.


And thirdly. Well, thirdly. I can't believe I've been able to leave this until the end of the post, it's such a milestone. Today, as he often does, my younger son sat on the potty before climbing into the bath. And today, as he often does, he assumed an air of concentration. What usually happens here is that he finally consents to stand up again, 5 minutes later, with nothing to show for this performance. But today - oh happy day - when he stood up, there was wee in the potty! Hallelujah! (Of such little triumphs is a mother's day composed...)

I'm trying not to get too excited though (well, if you call not getting 'too excited' texting the news to Husband in Italy and putting in a long distance phone call to his grandparents). Primarily because no-one seemed more astonished than he did by this development. And also because, after the bathwater had drained away, he wee'ed again, in the bath. And then asked "What's. That?" in a mildly interested tone of voice.

I think we still have a way to go before I need to change the name of this blog.