I'm a little disappointed not be posting a picture from the Big Chill to be celebrating your five month anniversary little girl. I had everything sorted: disposable bottles and ready made milk; new baby sling; pram converted to pushchair so you could enjoy the sights and sounds; travel sleeping bag so even when ready for bed you would be safe in your chariot; a travel cot borrowed so you would sleep like a baby next to your mummy; we even paid for a tent to be put up for us so we would have less to carry but you. I worked out how to post from my phone so we wouldn't have to miss anything.
Basically a lot of thought had gone into making sure we could all enjoy the Big Chill and celebrate five months of you being in our lives.
But, we aren't there. We are at home. Rain was forecast, not just a little but mud inducing rain. And as little girl who likes to roll and play it wouldn't be much fun; it certainly wouldn't be the picture of us rolling around under the trees listening to tunes and drinking pear cider that Mummy had in mind. Gutted. Next year we can all wear wellies and dance in the mud!
Anyway, what that does mean is I can write a proper post about our last month.
Everyday you become less of a baby and more of a little girl, a fiercely independent, sometimes willful little girl and I must say I quite like it. As much as I don't want you to grow up, I'm excited to see what you grow into.
You are beginning to find your feet in the world, quite literally. You are standing taller and stronger everyday, a long way from going it alone but it is a sign of things to come.
You love your feet, and so you should as they will, one day, propel you where ever you wish to go (and allow you to wear the most beautiful shoes) . In the morning while having your bottle you keep checking to make sure they are there, making sure we didn't leave them in your sleeping bag. You hold them, and you try to eat them but your legs aren't quite long enough, yet.
It's a whole new world when you stand tall and proud, even if you do need hands to hold. You can always count on me to hold your hand and help you go wherever you wish my little girl.
Basically a lot of thought had gone into making sure we could all enjoy the Big Chill and celebrate five months of you being in our lives.
But, we aren't there. We are at home. Rain was forecast, not just a little but mud inducing rain. And as little girl who likes to roll and play it wouldn't be much fun; it certainly wouldn't be the picture of us rolling around under the trees listening to tunes and drinking pear cider that Mummy had in mind. Gutted. Next year we can all wear wellies and dance in the mud!
Anyway, what that does mean is I can write a proper post about our last month.
Everyday you become less of a baby and more of a little girl, a fiercely independent, sometimes willful little girl and I must say I quite like it. As much as I don't want you to grow up, I'm excited to see what you grow into.
You are beginning to find your feet in the world, quite literally. You are standing taller and stronger everyday, a long way from going it alone but it is a sign of things to come.
You love your feet, and so you should as they will, one day, propel you where ever you wish to go (and allow you to wear the most beautiful shoes) . In the morning while having your bottle you keep checking to make sure they are there, making sure we didn't leave them in your sleeping bag. You hold them, and you try to eat them but your legs aren't quite long enough, yet.
It's a whole new world when you stand tall and proud, even if you do need hands to hold. You can always count on me to hold your hand and help you go wherever you wish my little girl.
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