Tuesday, 6 February 2018


Little people have to learn to be incredibly adaptable. 

Marley's environment is an ever-changing one, his surroundings constantly shifting from place to place; from home to nursery, from supermarkets to friend's houses, and from shops to cafes, pubs, buses, trains and all the rest. 

It's difficult enough for us adults ("adults") to adjust to those kind of changes, but at least we are usually in control of what we do and where we go - little Marley has absolutely no say over any of it. But nevertheless, most of the time he actually adjusts superbly. 

He takes in his surroundings, he absorbs all of what is going on around him and he very seldom complains about any of it. 

Unless he's hungry or tired, of course.

But there are also other exceptions. 

He doesn't take too kindly to seeing his Mummy or Daddy hugging anyone other than him, for example. Even if we are hugging each other! It's usually cut off by a stern "NOOOOO" coming from his direction. 

And coupled with that frown. 

He does it with a smirk some of the time, especially when it's only Mummy and Daddy hugging, so we know it's not really upsetting him. But he does seem to find it difficult to handle affection being channeled in any other direction other than towards him.

When he started out at nursery, he was one of the youngest ones there. In recent months, he has become one of the more senior figures in his group, apparently often taking a leading role in whatever is going on and stamping his authority on it, which is lovely to hear. 

But one of the nursery leaders told us this week that whenever her own children visit the nursery, Marley has a bit of a hard time accepting seeing her with them and showing them affection. So much so, in fact, that her 8 year old daughter this week suggested wearing a disguise the next time she visits, to avoid Marley getting upset! 

I'm sure he'll grow out of it soon - but in the meantime I wouldn't advise hugging me in front of him!

Tuesday, 30 January 2018

All the things!

I'm walking towards the kitchen, when....OW! 

Something has pierced my foot!

I look down, and - OH MY GOD IT'S A LION!! 

But no, it wasn't him. He's too small and rounded to cause that kind of damage. 

It must have been the pointy, triangular piece of wood next to him - you know, the one that looks almost as if it was designed to dig deep into my heel. 

With every passing day, our living room is acquiring new toys, picture books, and a variety of wooden things. 

Don't get me wrong, it's wonderful that Marley has so many things to play and interact with. It's just difficult to keep up with the quantity, and also it's difficult to figure out which one is his favourite. 

He seems to really love playing with one particular Balamory DVD case (he loves it because his Auntie is in that episode). But then he also loves Thomas the Tank Engine. And the plane. And the Alphabet Bus. 

There's a lot of stuff!

And there must have been even more when we were kids - I have two older brothers. So, despite now living more than 300 miles away from my parents, this makes me increasingly capable of empathising with them. 

They were clearing out my old bedroom recently, and found some old things of mine. My Dad's two options for me were:

a) we bring them to London so they can clog up YOUR house instead, or

b) they go on the fire

Shocking! (But also completely understandable).

I can only presume they are now burned.

Not the books, though. They wouldn't do that.

And I'm really pleased that books, in particular, are becoming such a large and enjoyable part of Marley's life. One of my resolutions for 2018 is to read more - I have 40-50 unread books on my shelf that I want to get through - and it's lovely to be able to share in that goal with Marley.

He reads first thing in the morning, he reads during the day at nursery, we read him books before he goes to bed - he even reads in the bath!

One thing that even a book can't overcome, however, are his dislike for trips to the doctors or to hospital. His most recent visit (for a THIRD bout of bronchialitis, which causes him a lot of coughing at night) was a 5am trip to A&E after we were recommended to go by the NHS 111 advisers. 

This was his reaction when I asked him for a photo in the waiting room....