As
Imogen rapidly approaches 3 years old (which she doesn't want to be, because she doesn't want to get bigger, so she's agreed to be "
2 and 1" instead), we've had a couple of milestones recently.
Firstly, we went to see her in a
Nativity Play for the first time last week. You might think she's a little young, but Happy Bunnies put one on each year which basically entails a grown-up narrating between various songs from the children, and one or two lines for the older children. Let's just say it was a cross between fantastic, proud and amusing, but we were really pleased that Imogen took part (even if she refused to wear her angel costume because she wanted her favourite pink stripy cardigan on, and only sat at the front of the stage rather than stood with all the others). She still doesn't "do" crowds and strangers.
She finally settled in well at Happy Bunnies though, after many weeks of crying in advance and when Sharon left her. It wasn't that she didn't have fun there, she just didn't want Mummy to leave her there. After the separation was over each day, she was fine and really enjoyed it, but the anxiety leading up to going was awful. Anyway, the last couple of weeks have been different and she didn't complain at all about going. It's a bit of a shame that there's now a three week break over Christmas, before she goes back four mornings a week in January, since we may have to get over that again then.
Her other big milestone last week was having
her first sweet. You may think that a week or two short of her third birthday is a little late to get her a sweet, but what with all her allergies and stuff we never got around to it, and she never accepted anything from anyone other than us really because she seemed to know that she shouldn't eat things we didn't provide. Well, the first sweet was just licked for a long time, making her fingers extremely sticky, but the second one the next day actually made it into her mouth, and there's been no turning back since. She wants one every day! (These are from a small packet of jelly bear type things that have no artificial additives, colouring or other e-number nasties she's likely to react to).
James is still doing well, although he's been ill a little recently (the usual early winter kinds of things), and seems to be teething although we've thought that for months now! He hasn't been sleeping well as a result, but we're hoping things are improving now. He's still a little on the small side, down near the 9th centile, though nothing to worry about in the slightest as I was quite small when I was young (and am hardly that now, either small or young!) and his head is growing perfectly.
He's sitting very well now, and obviously has been able to roll over for a long time (see posting a few months ago), but isn't making much progress on the crawling front. He looked to be on the verge of it in September when we were on holiday, and even moved forwards a foot or two, but hasn't done anything more since then. It'll come at some point obviously, but I don't think it's imminent.
James has no idea about Christmas, but Imogen is starting to get into the swing of it this year. She visited Father Christmas recently (at a nearby garden centre), though wouldn't actually look him in the face, and is very concerned that he's going to come into the house with the presents, so we've promised he'll just drop them down the chimney instead.
She did at least ask him for some pens and colouring stuff (which is all she wants apparently), so we'll see what he brings...