Sock squirrelling, and other small things to remember

April 24, 2014

E at two

Taking your socks off at every given opportunity. Then hiding them in unexpected places around the house. Meaning I’m constantly on the hunt for matching mini pairs of socks.

Eating everything you can get your hands on, then saying ‘Mummeee, I’m HUNgry.’

Calling being in the swing ‘flying.’

Having a forlorn look on your face, and when asked what’s wrong saying ‘I don’t feel well…need an x-ray!’ Then pretending to put your ‘x-ray’ on an invisible light box on the wall, and saying ‘interesting’ (I think this came from a book…)

Having a toy Mickey, who you call Minnie. Who travels in a pair, with Turtle (who is actually a turtle).

Insisting on wearing the winter hat you wouldn’t have near your head during the freezing weather.

Still calling me – and your dad, grans, Minnie and Turtle – your best friends. Heart meltingly endearing, even at 4am.

These are the really little things, that are so normal and everyday we won’t think about when they’re replaced by other, bigger things. They grow up so quickly, and time moves so fast when you have a child, doesn’t it? So here’s to making sure I remember them.


  • fritha

    April 24, 2014 at 6:58 pm

    oh that’s so sweet that she calls you her best friend! I often ask Wilf if I am his best friend and he says no ha! x

  • lori

    April 24, 2014 at 8:04 pm

    Such a cute update! Love the sock hiding and the hat wearing, she’s gonna be a trendsetter when she’s older 🙂 x

  • Mary

    April 24, 2014 at 10:12 pm

    Lovely post. The littlest things can be the best things. I have a sock squirreller too 🙂

  • Laura

    April 25, 2014 at 12:19 am

    Oh this post is so cute and the little things are really what make the day special. I love that she hides the socks

    Laura x

  • abigail

    April 26, 2014 at 8:30 am

    aw I love reading all the funny little things kids come out with! Being called her best friend must be lovely too! I had a doll when I was little that I insisted was called Jesus, even though countless people told me Jesus was a man I was convinced, because he wore a ‘dress’ that he was a girl…!

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