I haven't written about Alfred in detail much recently. I think it might be because he is getting older and I'm starting to feel extra concerned with his privacy, especially since he started preschool. This is a topic for a whole other post, so whilst I go and think it all through a little more, for now I want to do a teeny update to mark his third birthday.
Even though my blog is going in the more "style" direction these days, I do still treat it as a place to store memories. Somewhere we can all look back at things on. I hope that if Alfred ever reads my little space on this vast internet world, that he can see how much I love him and read about some of the adventures we had together.
Where do I begin with this post?
So much has changed this past year. Alfred has gone from a toddler who was baby-like in so many ways, to a fully fledged little boy. There are no more nappies, he eats with cutlery and he said to me the other day, "WOW! Nice dress Mummy!"
He LOVES anything vehicle related, especially cars. He will play with cars all day long and even when he goes to preschool, he asks the teachers if he can get the cars out. He has a passion for singing and dancing and revels in us all joining in with him. He also has an affinity with numbers and can count to 36, which he is very proud of.
He takes great pride in some of his activities and adores it when Freya "watches" him doing them. He loves showing her what he can do and how to do things and she boosts his confidence by looking at him in admiration. Seeing their relationship grow is the sweetest... Alfred will greet her with joy every day and calls her names like "sweetie" and "darling".
Alfred is a super energetic child... and I mean non stop. All day long. Always wriggling and running and climbing on things. He can literally walk for miles (and I don't mean "literally" in the millennial sense... he really does walk for miles).
He exhausts anyone who looks after him, but his enjoyment of life is completely infectious. He wants to get to know anyone we meet.
Since his speech has improved, he has been cracking me up daily with some of the things that he comes out with.
When we took him to a restaurant the other week, he kept waving the waiter to order "MORE DOOSH (juice) PLEASE!" If the waiter dared to carry on walking past him Alfred would shout, "COME BACK!"
He loves to do "grown up" things and at the moment we are letting him pay for stuff at the shops. Alfred is very proud of handing the "cash" over, as he calls it, but does sometimes get too enthusiastic and try to sneak behind the till, where the shop assistant stands. Talking of "cash" and "making cash"... If you ask Alfred what Dan does for a job, Alfred will say "doin' muscles!" (Dan is a fitness trainer haha).
Some tantrums have been occurring for the first time, starting about two weeks ago. I will admit, it has been tough. They are some forceful tantrums! I do think it's related to toilet training though, as that's when we ditched the nappies for good. However, along with the tantrums has come some wonderful things, such as his conversational skills and zest for making jokes and making us laugh.
A memory I want to write down to remember forever - we drove to my mums the other day and I was trying to keep him awake, as it takes about 40 minutes to get to her house. I kept asking him to choose a genre of music, "pop, rock or rap" and he would choose and then I would put a track on of that genre. He mainly chose pop everytime... I'm not sure whether it's because I have given him a love of The Backstreet Boys (don't be disappointed in me Dan), or whether he just liked saying the word "pop!"
Anyway, as we were driving we spotted rain clouds in the distance. I said, "oh Alfred! Look at those dark clouds! Do you think it's going to rain, or do you think we will be OK?" Confidently and firmly, in the back, he said, "we will be OK Mummy." I gulped. For some reason it got me, the fact he seemed to be reassuring me and telling me everything was going to be alright. He seemed so grown up for a moment and it gave me a hint of what it could be like when he is an adult himself.
It was such a simple moment and will probably seem not very exciting or momentous for anyone else reading this, but it felt like such an important moment for us. We were road trip companions, talking about anything and everything all the way to my mum's house.
I could write about all of the amusing phrases he says or the fun things that he does forever... but I will leave it here for now.
Happy third birthday my beautiful Alfred, you have given us all so much joy and filled a gap in our lives that we didn't know we had. We love you so so much.