Last year I set myself a challenge to complete a bucket list for 2016. This is because I don’t like resolutions. Resolutions have an air of pressure – for me anway – and seem to concentrate on the negative. Bucket lists seem to encourage you do something different. Something new. Something positive.
Last week, the Internet blew up with the Tree of Life hashtag. If you didn’t see it or don’t know what it is, pop over to Instagram and take a look.
Last Saturday I broke my fifth metatarsal getting undressed. That’s right. I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t trying to do anything else at the same time. I was just getting undressed. Trying to take my jeans off I clipped my foot and in between that and landing on said foot I heard a snap. Like a lolly stick. It hurt. I didn’t know whether to cry or throw up.
It’s been over two weeks since I stopped breastfeeding T.
And I’m okay.
Having a toddler is like owning a really intellectual sponge. They literally soak up everything they see before them, even when you don’t realise they’re doing it. They may look like they’re playing happily on their own but really they’re absorbing every word you say. I’m pretty sure T also has eyes at the back of his head.
Because T is always learning I try and get T involved in little activities around the house. From emptying the dryer to walking the dog – I like to keep him involved so that one day he’ll do things without thinking. Like maybe tidy his own room for example (hilarious, right?).
Ever since I walked into T’s nursery and found him tearing round the room on a small balance bike I wanted to get him one. Just like reading, riding a bike is one of those things I want to introduce T to at an early age so he gets used to it, so getting a balance bike was definitely the way forward.