Boys will be Boys

Often, when people discover that I’m expecting my second boy, I am asked if I will be trying later on for a girl.

No, no I’m not!

I’ll be completely honest, before I found out that Eli was a boy I had so many dreams of holding my own little princess, of dresses and frills, of princesses, of fairytales and pink, pink and more pink.

Now I have him I don’t know what I’d do without my little Eli Harrison, absolutely my beacon in life he has this way of making me smile even when I’m at my lowest.

Now that I’m expecting Fyn Anthony I can’t be more excited to have another little prince in my life. I so look forward to the mud and the fort building. I’m excited for the rough and tumble play associated with these fascinating creatures we call boys.

I’m a selfish person, I always have been. So, with having boys I am also ascertaining my place as the only princess in MY household.

I ramble on and on, day in and day out about Eli and my pregnancy with Fyn, I swore I’d never be one of those mothers but I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I am and I’m happy with that.

I’m sure people get very over hearing of my endeavours with cloth nappying, of my sleepless nights and of all the milestones that Eli reaches.

Milestones are fascinating things are they not? We are so proud of our children for reaching them but at the same time questioning ourselves.

Is he too early? Too late? Should I be doing more? What more can I do?

As Eli reaches each of his milestones whether they be painful upsetting ones like teeth, first accidents or exciting intriguing ones like finding his hands , his feet, learning to crawl, to sit, to eat and best of all to walk and to talk. I can’t help but to sit back in awe, utterly proud of the sublime little person that my baby is turning into.

Eli held his own head up early, he breastfed like a trooper but he did take his own sweet time walking he was happy to hang on to his time as a crawling bubba before finally mustering enough courage to take the first steps into toddlerhood.

Often in that transitional stage I DID find myself comparing him to other children (I am ashamed to admit it but its true.)

I am slowly learning that my children will grow and develop in their own time, that Motherhood is such a sacred thing and I’m gradually allowing myself to accept that I can only do exactly what I’m doing now and that is support and nurture him the way I am and sit back and let him figure some things out for himself.

All the quirky things he did (like licking walls and floors)

And all the quirky things he continues to do (Like head-butting EVERYTHING)

He has his own style, he chooses his own footwear, somewhat unorthodox at times I must admit. He has his own way of doing things, like dancing or trying to fix the wheels on his walker with bobby pins. All of which he does with such beautiful innocent inhibition that is so wonderful to observe.

I will continue to learn as he keeps learning and as I get to rediscover it all again with Fyn and we will all travel this tumultuous road together, Nic, Eli Fyn and I

The little Jarrett Family