Cruising, walking, MMR, forward facing in the car
Thoughts of schools and catchment maps,
Trips to Clarks and fewer naps.
Less a baby, more a boy, chatting, babbling to his toys
'Dad', 'Mum', 'Duck' 'Bubble',
The joy of words and mum-pride doubled.
Potty training, sippy cups, could those damn molars hurry up?
Climbing, running, shows no fear,
Mummy needs a post-bed beer!
Bouts of shyness, head-lap-hiding,
Toddler rants and biscuit bribing.
Shouting, joyful small-boy cries,
Still the apple of my eye.
Mummy poet x