Around These Parts

Blogging about babies becomes harder the older and less crappy they get. Cal's a 'big boy' now. He informs us several times a day. "Hi Mummy, I big boy!" And it's true, he's no longer a baby, not even a toddler. He'll be three in few months and has already used the word 'option' in a sentence (a two word sentence, but it worked). 

In fact he's so far from being a crappy baby that we're kind of overwhelmed with how lovely he is and how much we're enjoying it. (By "It" I mean 'parenting' that horrible thing, completely detached from your mostly-lovely kid that encompasses all the shit stuff that being someone's mum or dad involves). I attribute some of the ease of late to there finally being a bit of overlap in our interests. We all like staying in bed a little longer in the mornings. We all like hanging out in cafes with nice drinks and things to eat. We all like staying inside and playing games when it's rainy now (huge change and an important one in rainy Amsterdam).

I guess the talking has also made a difference. Because not only are babies who can't talk kind of crappy, but it can also be very lonely hanging out with them all day. Now that Cal can talk, everything's sort of wonderful. Waiting for the tram in the rain is fun when you can talk about robbers and policemen, mozzies that fly in the windows at night, and how nice red soup is.

I've started a little Moleskin notebook in which I jot down funny things he says. I keep it on the dining room table within easy reach. My favourite from this week was his reaction to some ambient electronica playing on the radio.
Cal: Mummy, what happens? Music go beep beep beep.
Me: Yeah, it's the music - it's a bit weird isn't it?
Cal: Maybe turn it off?

Here's some pics from various i-Phones of late.