Bubbles and bolognaise

What I loved yesterday.

Sitting on the sofa in the early morning, blowing chocolate scented bubbles towards the rising sun.

Elliot: ‘Bye bye bubbles. They’re all leaving. It smells like chocolate in here! It smells like doggie in here!’

Elliot carrying his tiny golden retriever, Bella who is named after my mum’s dog, under his arm most of the day.

Elliot cooking and serving me a piping hot bowl of pretend spaghetti bolognaise. Apparently the secret ingredient is Bella. Only a slight obsession with doggies going on here.

Hysterical giggles before bedtime when I mispronounced a word in one of his favourite books, 101 Dalmatians.

His favourite things

Elliot’s favourite things at the moment are: watching cars and trucks drive past and dipping fries in mayo.

‘More’ he’ll shout at me whenever there is a let up in the traffic or the mayo moves too far away from his sight.

And how lovely it is to have a partner-in-crime on the fries & mayo front as it’s one of my guilty pleasures (husband is more of a ketchup guy and gags just looking at the white condiment).

Yesterday we went to pick up Elliot’s new passport….

and decided to treat ourselves afterwards.

That meant a whole lot of standing at the roadside watching vehicles whisk by while trying to get those elusive fries in the mouth. It was toddler multi-tasking at its finest.

And a happy toddler = a happy mum.

I love seeing the world through his eyes as it’s all about music and movement and the magic of the moment. It’s about stopping for ten minutes to look at ants (or ‘myrer’ – one of the only Danish words Elliot says), about chasing rainbow-coloured butterflies (deddledeees), turning on fans (roundandround) and picking every flower (wower) on our way.

Toddler life is also about temper tantrums and hissy fits and not wanting to put on your shoes, but that’s a whole other story.