March 19th – Perceptions on Growing Up

1999:  Mum decided she wasn’t going into work today as she is poorly.  By 8.30 we had my new paints out.  I painted with my brushes, my hands and a potato. I think we should call the doctor I think she’s delirious.  Don’t we eat potatoes?  Anyway, I got in a wonderful mess – everywhere!  It was great fun.  I played in the garden this morning and this afternoon, with a nap and The Lion King in between.  It has turned quite cold again so I had to wrap up warm. It didn’t help when I kept wetting myself though, and mum gave up this afternoon and put nappies on.  Mum was cooking mushroom chicken and rice for tea when she noticed the apples she’d bought especially for me a couple of weeks ago which are now apparently on their way out.  She must have good eyesight because I can’t see them moving.  Ah well, mum knows best (are you sure this is true for all mums?)  Mum peeled them and stewed them, and I had them with ice cream.  The ice cream was lovely!  Didn’t have much of a bath tonight, as for the second night running I decided to play the pull the plug out whilst Mum’s not looking and paddle in the bubbles trick.  Far more fun.  But there’s no more hot water so I have to go to bed with red hair (of the painted variety).

2019: I used to love mum being poorly. Not because I wanted her to be ill but just because we had more time together doing crazy stuff. And then we both had to grow up (sort of!)

#fun #play #toddlers #mums #parents #childhood #adulthood #growingup

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I may do stupid things and make light of them but deep down there’s a reason and I love exploration, even if I cannot fully understand the outcome!

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