The colour of Life....

The Attack has learned to walk.

He has been able to walk for about 3 months, but would only ever do it if he was too distracted to realize. He still refuses to talk, but we're now working out some basic signs/noises, and he is able to communicate quite effectively using this method:

"yumyumyumyum" means "Give me whatever edible item you have on your person, or within your reach."

"ahhhhh" means "Please bring that furry animal/teddy/blanket closer so I can mush my face in it."

Pointing and grasping ineffectually at the air means "There is a drink bottle somewhere within my line of sight - find it, and fetch it for me."

"Wow!" (or more accurately, "EOW!") Means "I can see something awesome, you must admire it with me at once."


We are on week three of his anger management program, and it seems to be getting good results.
He will tolerate being in the same room with people he doesn't know well now, as long as they don't try to touch him.
His uncles can even say hello without him screaming in their faces like a little psychotic banshee.
Doctors still freak him out, (but that's probably because they always try to touch him.) as does anyone wearing a hat / helmet / sunglasses ect. And if he's handed a toy that was not the specific one he was after, he will bat at it with both his tiny hands like a drunk girl in a cat fight whilst making a rather irritating "eeeeeee" noise, but again, much better than the uncontrollable screaming that he used to do.

One day I will hunt down every person who told me that second children were much easier to raise than the first born, and flick them right between the eyes. Hard.

This is not easier. This is much, much harder, which makes overcoming some of the challenges that much more rewarding.

Ashden is everything green. He is earth and grass, granny smith apple candies and those mints that are almost too hot to eat. A dew drop sitting on a leaf, and a forest at dawn. Vital and alive, with that touch of tang that you know means trouble, but still makes you grin like an idiot every time you see him.

He will be the child who just has to go head first down the slide, who will refuse to eat for three days straight because I won't give him ice cream for breakfast, that charming child who calls out: "Mummy, why is that lady so fat?" at the supermarket....

He is reckless, stubborn and brutally honest.

He is only one. God help me when he's a teenager.



xox