Little did we know POD would be in the midst of potty training when we accepted an invitation to a friend’s wedding. Given she’d made the transition to big girl pants two weeks earlier however we were full of optimism.
It was an interesting journey to the venue. A stop in a country lane highlighted a need for the absent potty as POD declined to go beside a barley field. Although it seemed she had some success at the pub we stopped at, she requested to go again just as we left the car park.
At a service station with no public facilities we were surrounded by everything from screen wash to Smarties. POD refused to go but took great joy in attempting to open nearby bottles. We didn’t stop again until we reached the venue where we discovered POD has a fear of hand dryers.
Lying on the floor in-between the door and the bar, she then pretended to be a fish. A position that doesn’t bode well for introductions or getting a drink. Following a much needed period of outdoor play, POD then busied herself with drawing and wearing her headband across her eyelids. She hardly spoke until the ceremony.
“Daddy I’m a bit bored” POD was told she could go outside afterwards.
“Hip hip hooray” It’s not finished yet, put your arms down.
A period of fidgeting, cutlery play and a falling glass shortly afterwards led to a muted Peppa Pig making an appearance.
“Oh look Mummy there’s Peppa!” Yes be really quiet though, it’s not finished.
“Mummy I escaping” And with that she left the table.
A further trip to the toilet was far more thrilling than the last. Knickers were looped around the toilet roll holder. Cries of “Well done Mummy you did a wee” were coupled with dancing and clapping.
It didn’t take POD long to work out how to unlock the door. Your toddler shouting “hello everybody” to passers by is just what you need when you’re mid pee. Attempting to close the door in four inch heels with pants restricting your movement isn’t ideal either!
After a spot of fun in the sunshine, POD was back inside for the speeches. Just before the best man began his stories, the silence was broken with our toddler shouting “Mummy I need a poo”.
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POD’s hair, or lack of it, has always been the topic of conversation. Having appeared with very little, what she did gain after that point quickly fell out. Except for a mini beard at the back of her head. While the mini beard continued to grow, the rest of her head remained bald. Any hair she did gain rubbed off in her moses basket.
These past few months have seen POD’s blonde hair not only grow but become curly at the back. We started to grow her fringe out but as she rarely keeps a hair clip in, she spent most of her time swatting it back off her face with her hand.
We returned after lunch with a different toddler to the one they’d seen previously. She was cautious and the ‘cape’ did get yanked off initially. When she saw the mirror reality dawned this might be quite a fun place. As you’d expect she needed distracting but on the whole she was very well behaved. Aided perhaps by a new pair of shoes on her feet – gorgeous red patent ones.
It’s been a few weeks since POD was let loose with anything really messy. The temptation to smother my plaster cast in paint for example would have proved too great.
She loves the wind blowing in her hair when she’s on her swing, flying backwards down her slide or making pretend food for her dollies in her wooden house.
When POD had finished painting her feet green we chased each other round the garden. We dived in her tent. She swung on her swing – at times she looked like she was in the sky. This from a toddler who was so apprehensive of baby swings until very recently.
POD’s second birthday was on Christmas Day. We decided to do something different and postpone the main present giving.
The plan was for the playhouse to be installed while POD was at nursery. The idea being she didn’t see it until the next day when she’d be able to play on it for as long as she liked. It didn’t quite go to plan. The two chaps installing it were still beavering away when she returned from nursery.
The following day POD was up the steps, in the house, down the slide, up the steps, in the house and down the steps. This was accompanied with cries of “Not Mummy Daddy house, my house”. We altered the big girl swing so she could sit on it herself and she’s adapted to it like a duck to water.
now. Even asking Daddy to push her really high – so much so it almost looks like she’s in the sky. She has the most infectious giggle when she’s on the swing, I love hearing her laugh like that.
be many more to come.
