Since starting my blog a few months back your brother has featured somewhat heavily, he has been the newborn and the slightly demanding one at that, but truth be told it is not an accurate representation of the division of attention…he who screams the loudest and all that – and, well, that is generally you. I am also keenly aware that I have been quick to moan on my blog about all the hardships that come with being yours and Toby’s mum. So in the interest of fairness and to avoid you developing some sort of incorrect complex, this post is for you, my baby girl.
Although I call you my baby girl you are becoming less and less like my baby everyday, you out-stand me daily with something new you have learnt. You are 18 months old, although you are a tiny dot and look more like a 12 month old. You took your first steps at 12 months and you practically run (everywhere) now. You can say a handful of words but you seem to understand everything we tell you. We ask you to put something in the bin and you know what we are telling you, we ask you to give your brother a kiss and you do it and if we ask you if you want to take your baby for a walk you push your dolly in her pram to the front door, but not without giving us all a kiss and waving bye first. You cannot sit still for a second, which doesn’t bode well for the 4 hour flight we intend to take you on next week.
You came to meet us a little earlier than intended. You arrived a month early whilst we were visiting family in Oxford, boy was it an entrance – and you have been the same ever since. We all know when you enter a room, you are like a tornado ripping through, you charge in screaming ‘HIYA’ and have a smile that lights the whole place up. You then make a start at your trail of destruction, woe betide anything, or anyone, who gets in your way. When you want to do something you will do it. You are a force to be reckoned with. At your tiny 18 months you know what you want and certainly what you don’t want. You cannot say ‘no’ yet instead you will shake your head at us or simply walk away…or have a screaming fit. You can have some temper on you – if you can’t do something, if you do not want the dinner I have made you or sometimes for reasons unknown – you can blame your dad for that one.
We are taking you away for a month next week, Nanny and Granddad are coming with us for the first two weeks, which you will absolutely love. Your Granddad spoils you rotten with biscuits (you have one hell of a sweet tooth…OK you can blame me for that one) and you love days out with Nanny and Granddad. You will absolutely love all the attention that will be showered upon you and all the new things to explore – you are a nosy little madam. I am worried about how you will cope with the change of environment and your routine being out of sync- I don’t know why because you are a resilient little thing. We have taken you away loads in your short 18 months and each time you have been totally un-phased – perhaps you will love to travel like your mum and dad…
You are full of kisses and cuddles for everyone, especially your brother. You love to show him off to anyone who enters a room. You have so much love for those closest to you and you are SO loved. You have well and truly rocked my world from everything I once knew. You are so full on and I am exhausted at the end of every day, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, I am so proud to be your mummy. You, and your brother (and your father), are the loves of my life and my greatest achievement. We tell you everyday how much we love you and your daddy always gives you 10 kisses at bedtime – if you let him. So much has changed in 18 months and it is because of you. You have changed the person I was, you make me want to be better, a good example, a mum to be proud of. I would walk through fire if it kept you safe – you are my most treasured asset and I love you so very much.
Love Mummy xxx