1 month down, 11 to go! 🙂
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Here’s my youngest with his most favorite toy. His name is ‘Jo-Jo’, sometimes named ‘Go-go’, sometimes ‘cheeky-bear.’ Jo-jo is a special little friend that we chose for Eli before he was born, and he has had him tucked up under his arm since he was just a few months old.
Every night we go on the hunt for Jo-jo. “Jo-jo… Jo….Jo….Where are You? Jo, Jo? All around the house we wander, as I sing out for the bear. Eli on my hip peeks into all the rooms… “Nope, not in there,” he says shaking his head. Then I’ll come across Jo-jo, usually in some random or unusual spot, and Eli will yell out “There he is!” And we will both laugh and say “Cheeky Jo-jo bear.”
Eli and Jo-jo have had some funny adventures together, and some not at all funny, (okay well maybe a little amusing in hindsight.) The most unfunny one off the top of my head was when Eli decided that Jo-jo needed a swim. Oh no, not in a pool, or a bath, or a bucket, or anything else that one would usually consider a suitable vessel for bathing. Sigh, the most disgusting place, yep… the toilet. After his dip in the loo, Eli took him for a wander around the house, flipping that bear about and throwing him around. So what happens when a teddy is all sodden with toilet water, and flung around like a rag doll?… You get drips and puddles all over the floor in the bathroom, the hall, and the family room; and splashes all up the walls…. blue loo coloured water all over the white walls and floors. You get one very sorry looking little boy, and an even sorrier looking Jo-jo bear.
Eli has taken to putting Jo-jo to bed with a little pillow and a blankie, then sits and reads his favorite books to him. “What’s this Jo-jo? It’s a train… Look TRAIN Jo-jo!” That is until he gets frustrated that Jo-jo won’t answer him back. He tries to stuff the bottle into poor Jo-jo’s mouth, but Jo jo doesn’t have a mouth, just a line sewed on. “EAT! EAT!” He shouts. “EAT!”
I just read this back and my little boy sounds like a horror! He’s not! He is lovely, I promise. But he is two and a half, and he is learning all about the world in the best way he can, experimentation. Even if that means a LOT of disgusting washing and cleaning for mummy, and milk stains on poor Jo-jo’s nonexistent mouth. Which reminds me, I’d better wash the poor bear… he’s filthy! (now how to sneak him into the wash so Eli doesn’t see?)
Quote of the day – William: Laying in bed last night, “Mum! Mum! Can you open my window? I’m so HOT I’m glowing in the dark!”