My Mother's Corridors are Long

My Mother's corridors are long and straight and so it is that Samuel can travel down them at great velocity, faster than a mini-speeding bullet train. No measured steps for my boy; not like Lily, who carefully tip-toed her way around as a fairy princess might, but a rampaging rocket of a son, careering wildly in to walls and doorways, ramming his little walker against glass cabinets and antique whatnots and hurling himself on to the floor in fits and howls of delighted hysteria.
Before this point, I have seen very little gender-specific behaviour. A baby is just a baby, but my almost-toddler, armed and dangerous, is most definitely becoming a boy.

Dual Carriageway

Set off today for the drive down the 'jewelly carriageway' for Lily's swimming lessons, makes my morning much more interesting when it happens in Lily-speak.

Walking

Sam took his first few, unaided, steps today, straight in to the arms of a rather lovely Spanish lady.

Giant with Fishing Rod by Lily Brook

The Chariot

Four

Lily's Story

Steiner school ask you to write a few lines for each year of your child's life which is read out on their birthday to the whole class and added to year after year.

This is what we wrote...

Year 1

Lily August was born on a beautiful spring evening in York hospital. She was a very smiley baby and her first word was ‘banana’.

Year 2

Lily learns to love dressing up. She especially likes to wear 3 cardigans at once, socks on her hands and carry a rucksack everywhere. She gets very good at blowing kisses.

Year 3

Lily starts to ask really difficult questions such as ‘Do cats have ankles?’ and ‘Why don’t daddies wear skirts?’. This is the year Lily gets to sleep in a proper bed and learns to ride her trike.

Year 4

Lily’s baby brother Samuel (or Biba as Lily likes to call him) is born and they adore each other. She moves up from Steiner toddler group into nursery and loves it.