At the big table.
I love the boy he is becoming.
His favourite saying says it all. "Ellery do it!"
All of a sudden he really knows colours and shapes. He can identify and name a hexagon. And has proudly got his tongue around 'helicopter' and 'peanut butter'. It never fails to amaze me how he absorbs everything. And his favourite exclamation: 'Goodness gracious me!'
It's strange too. As much as we are fostering his independence, with activities like cutting his own fruit for his snacks and spreading his toast, a small part of me is resisting his desires for independence.
Every day I am challenged to find a little bit more patience, slow down even more. Rise above the mess. Dig deeper within myself for more energy. All of which is hard when you're in the midst of the longest, wackiest sleep regression ever.
And I am still burning the candle at both ends, despite resolving to sleep more.
This week I will try harder.
Joining in with the inspiring Jodi and some other very talented mamas.
You can see the whole series of portraits here.