Saturday, 21 June 2014
Esther: I've been thinking about how we are getting well and truly through the "terrible twos" and they haven't been terrible at all. I do remember one time in our last house when she was barely two, Esther having quite a yell, and I whispered to Reuben, "you watch, she's going to lie down on the floor and kick," and she did just that. But she's never done it again, and very rarely yells about anything. She can just decide not to do something, or that she wants something, and is rock-solid-stubborn about it in that 2 year old way. I find it incredibly difficult, as I am used to the ability to negotiate with Reuben, and once the tears start it's hard to stop them. But it's a rare thing and she is so often just a delight. Reuben and I can be in the trenches of a really hard day and she just sails over the top of it with such extraordinary sparkle.
Reuben: He had his tonsils out last week so we have been on a bit of a rollercoaster ride. I was so amazed at how beautifully he approached the day, interested and un-wobbly, even we arrived in the bright white theatre full of people, with him in his little red pyjamas and porridge-slopped elephant dressing gown. He woke afterwards with tears flooding down his face and a lemonade popsicle in his hand, but hauled himself out of the hole and got through the day with moments of spark and humour. I have loved the way his humour has crept through as he's peaked and troughed his way through the days of recovery. Even in the night after some terrible sessions of crying and yelling and kicking, that little spark has managed to eventually make its way out. Love love love this boy.