Hello ladies! and a big hello the all the new inmates visitors to the tea room, I'm still pretty new myself. And hi A&O, hope that being back is getting better (I haven't name changed, we just haven't met before!)
Hallucino with all this talk of Barcelona! Had no idea we were a bit of a litte club here! Que guai! My favourite breakfast when I was there was bocata de tortilla de patatas con cebolla , grabbed from a kiosk on the corner on the way to work. I could get away with that much carb overload in them days. Actually went back there with MrS and SBoy last year for the first time in a very long time, totally weird staying in a hotel and being in a tourist in a place I called home once upon a time. Managed una miqueta de catala tambe, Catita!
Actually I once found myself helping out a group of Catalan "dones" [ladies], all in their furs, at Piccadilly Circus tube station - we had been sold tickets after the last train had gone and it fell to me to negotiate a rescue package with the station staff, who were refusing a refund. My Catalan had never been more than basic and this was some years after I'd left, but somehow I found myself completely and utterly fluent in the language for 20 minutes, much to their amazement (and mine). And I somehow blagged a free cab for all of us, all the way to our respective abodes. Weird.
What a different world. This week has been largely about potty training - finally (SBoy is 3.6!). He's getting the hang of it really well but it's early days, obviously. It's a relief to hear that other boys take a good while to learn how to wipe themselves properly, have been a bit worried about that!
On the speech front, he only had about three or four words up till he was twoish, then it really started to take off but in a way that only MrS and I could really understand for a good while. And now he just pipes away non stop, has the sweetest, clear little baby voice and still has lots of his own special ways of saying some things that we almost encourage him to keep using because we love them so much.
Actually talking of baby voice, he has noticeably done the classic regression thing this week, with the potty training - keeps pretending to be a baby and making "baby noises" and hanging onto me even more than usual. Awww. It's interesting to see him doing something like this entirely deliberately and consciously, kind of a new step in self-awareness somehow. I suppose I mean he knows he's growing up a bit more and moving into a new stage, and he's deliberately doing something to make himself feel safe about it, while of course knowing full well that it is pretend. My baby's not a baby any more!!! (Asks self how many more times will think/say this in the coming decades years?)
Which reminds me - ooh yes, Toy Story 3, SBoy watched it on a loop for a while (and wasn't frightened because basically he didn't have a clue what was going on most of the time) - and I can't watch the bit where his mum comes into his empty bedroom without tearing up. I am already blubbing at the thought of him leaving for college. and he's three - oops.
Serpent, very glad to hear that Wriggle is on the mend at last, it's been a real bad bout hasn't it. Good that your doctor came through after all, must be horrible to feel you can't trust them in general, we are really pretty lucky with our GP practice. And hope TS is continuing to improve, Scout. (And any other sick tea room littlies I may have inadvertently missed.)
Whoops, seem to have written a novel! Haven't been on for so long... 
Big waves to all, loving the idea of one's very own bluebell wood... sigh....