Dear P,
My name's Mummy, and I'm a chocoholic.
There should be groups to go to for help with this. It's an addiction, and it has hold of me very tightly. It's the reason I'm not thin...or fit. One day I might work on both of those.
However, you're a pukey wee thing at 15 weeks old, and it was suggested by a friend that you may have a dairy intolerance. Dairy? I thought....I don't eat that much dairy. Hmmmm I didn't think about the chocolate issue.
But I am trying. Daddy bought me a load of dark chocolate, I discovered soya milk hot chocolate, and I'm doing my best. I even scoured the dairy free menu for TGI Friday's for lunch today. I won't say I don't miss it, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't give it all up for anyone else, but it'll be interesting. I can't decide whether or not it's working. I haven't had that warm wet feeling of regurgitated milk running down my cleavage for a few days...but then I'm more careful where I sit you these days.
Maybe it'll work. Less puking would be good....but I'm not sure how long I want to be without decent chocolate!! Still, it shows you how much I love you.
Much love,
Mummy x
Saturday, 31 July 2010
Out of the mouths of babes...
Dear E,
You make me laugh. A lot. You're always rabbiting on and often it's hilarious. Occasionally it's embarrassing though...and I suspect that won't end any time soon.
Recently, you've been going through a phase of telling people what animal they are. Daddy is a monkey (obviously!) - always has been and always will be. I'm a lion, and I quite like that. You were doing it at nursery the other day, and Sarah was (as she has taught you!) "cool". She likes that. You're scrumptious, she's cool. Fair enough. I don't think she got an animal - cool is enough for anyone.
Anyway, she asked what Charlotte was (you love Charlotte....as do I, she did some of her nursery nurse training in my Year 1 class when I was pregnant with you and she was fab!). Charlotte was a lion- quite a compliment. So, on to Tracy. Your reply came without needing much thinking about....."Tracy's a cow," you said, with a smile.
It's a good job she knew how to take that!
Love you cheeky bear,
Mummy x
You make me laugh. A lot. You're always rabbiting on and often it's hilarious. Occasionally it's embarrassing though...and I suspect that won't end any time soon.
Recently, you've been going through a phase of telling people what animal they are. Daddy is a monkey (obviously!) - always has been and always will be. I'm a lion, and I quite like that. You were doing it at nursery the other day, and Sarah was (as she has taught you!) "cool". She likes that. You're scrumptious, she's cool. Fair enough. I don't think she got an animal - cool is enough for anyone.
Anyway, she asked what Charlotte was (you love Charlotte....as do I, she did some of her nursery nurse training in my Year 1 class when I was pregnant with you and she was fab!). Charlotte was a lion- quite a compliment. So, on to Tracy. Your reply came without needing much thinking about....."Tracy's a cow," you said, with a smile.
It's a good job she knew how to take that!
Love you cheeky bear,
Mummy x
Friday, 2 July 2010
Little Miss Chatterbox......in duplicate!
Dear P,
Speech development is an amazing thing. From the gurgles that you give us now (aged less than 3 months) to adult speech and comprehension is a long journey. Both Grandma and Nanna often ask you, "What are you telling me?", as though you really are telling a story. Your little round face does get very animated as you smile and gurgle. I wonder if you do know something you're trying to tell us.
Only today you were crying when we had picked E up from nursery. E was most concerned, but I told her it was because you were hungry. I knew that you were due a feed as I had woken you to go collect your big sister. I told her that you were trying to tell us that you wanted your tea, but you didn't have the words. I wonder if that was what you were thinking. Have you worked out what that rumbly feeling in your tumbly really means? Are you telling me off, chatting with me, or genuinely hurting? I wish I knew.
I can't wait for the Dadada, bababa and eventually Mama sounds to come from you. Will you get a word in edgeways (or even sideways or anyways, as Roger Hargreaves would say!) with your big sister around? Who knows. I'm looking forward to finding out though!
Love Mummy x
Dear E,
You're a chatterbox. There's no two ways about it...you just never shut up. I guess I should be grateful you don't talk in your sleep really! I don't know where you get it from, but you do like to talk! An old advert for BT used to say, "It's good to talk" and you have discovered this early.
I remember writing a list of your words - the Baby Centre monthly email was telling me you should have 50 odd words, but your list was in the hundreds. And it just keeps growing.
Your pronunciation is pretty clear, and most people can understand most things you say. I remember a few months ago Daddy was showing off to Grandpa with things you could say. The conversation went a bit like this :
Daddy : E, can you say 'discombobulate'?
E : (Perfectly) Discombobulate.
Daddy : Can you say 'dehumidifier'?
E : (Perfectly) Dehumidifier.
Grandad : (Cheekily) Can you say 'supercalifragilisticexpealidocious'?
E : (With perfect timing and teenage disdain!) No!
It really was very funny! A little while later, Auntie Claire taught you to say supercalifragilisticexpealidocious. It was in two stages and split into syllables, but it was impressive. Then on holiday with Grandpa, I got you to say it to him. He was very impressed and told you that you were so clever you could have a sweetie! That made your day, so you chewed carefully, swallowed the sweet and then promptly said it again........"Can I have another sweetie, Grandpa?" came the request! He tried so hard not to laugh as he told you that it didn't just work like that! Two weeks on, and if it gets mentioned, you still try saying it in case you get another treat!
There aren't many things you say wrong. Elephant is said as ephelant but you're even growing out of that now at 33 months. The only one that really confuses you is fear. "That dog's scared of me, Mummy" you tell me often. Bless you for being scared, and bless you more for getting it back to front. Very endearing!!
I love chatting to you now, even though "What are you doing, Mummy?" repeated ad infinitum is irritating!!! Half an hour in the car on the way back from Grandma and Grandpa's, or nursery, is enough to just about finish me off, but you're entertaining. Always make me smile.
Love you little one,
Mummy x
Speech development is an amazing thing. From the gurgles that you give us now (aged less than 3 months) to adult speech and comprehension is a long journey. Both Grandma and Nanna often ask you, "What are you telling me?", as though you really are telling a story. Your little round face does get very animated as you smile and gurgle. I wonder if you do know something you're trying to tell us.
Only today you were crying when we had picked E up from nursery. E was most concerned, but I told her it was because you were hungry. I knew that you were due a feed as I had woken you to go collect your big sister. I told her that you were trying to tell us that you wanted your tea, but you didn't have the words. I wonder if that was what you were thinking. Have you worked out what that rumbly feeling in your tumbly really means? Are you telling me off, chatting with me, or genuinely hurting? I wish I knew.
I can't wait for the Dadada, bababa and eventually Mama sounds to come from you. Will you get a word in edgeways (or even sideways or anyways, as Roger Hargreaves would say!) with your big sister around? Who knows. I'm looking forward to finding out though!
Love Mummy x
Dear E,
You're a chatterbox. There's no two ways about it...you just never shut up. I guess I should be grateful you don't talk in your sleep really! I don't know where you get it from, but you do like to talk! An old advert for BT used to say, "It's good to talk" and you have discovered this early.
I remember writing a list of your words - the Baby Centre monthly email was telling me you should have 50 odd words, but your list was in the hundreds. And it just keeps growing.
Your pronunciation is pretty clear, and most people can understand most things you say. I remember a few months ago Daddy was showing off to Grandpa with things you could say. The conversation went a bit like this :
Daddy : E, can you say 'discombobulate'?
E : (Perfectly) Discombobulate.
Daddy : Can you say 'dehumidifier'?
E : (Perfectly) Dehumidifier.
Grandad : (Cheekily) Can you say 'supercalifragilisticexpealidocious'?
E : (With perfect timing and teenage disdain!) No!
It really was very funny! A little while later, Auntie Claire taught you to say supercalifragilisticexpealidocious. It was in two stages and split into syllables, but it was impressive. Then on holiday with Grandpa, I got you to say it to him. He was very impressed and told you that you were so clever you could have a sweetie! That made your day, so you chewed carefully, swallowed the sweet and then promptly said it again........"Can I have another sweetie, Grandpa?" came the request! He tried so hard not to laugh as he told you that it didn't just work like that! Two weeks on, and if it gets mentioned, you still try saying it in case you get another treat!
There aren't many things you say wrong. Elephant is said as ephelant but you're even growing out of that now at 33 months. The only one that really confuses you is fear. "That dog's scared of me, Mummy" you tell me often. Bless you for being scared, and bless you more for getting it back to front. Very endearing!!
I love chatting to you now, even though "What are you doing, Mummy?" repeated ad infinitum is irritating!!! Half an hour in the car on the way back from Grandma and Grandpa's, or nursery, is enough to just about finish me off, but you're entertaining. Always make me smile.
Love you little one,
Mummy x
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Spot the difference
Dear girls,So who's who? Just been looking at photos and found these two where you look similar. You are very very similar thus far. At 10 weeks, P is the image of your older sister....though a wee bit bigger (size to be confirmed at weigh in tomorrow!).
On holiday this week, a waitress looked at you both, looked again, and then commented on how alike you are. I don't see the similarity now. Not sure why. I guess because to me E is a grown up wee thing, and P is just a teeny baby. But I know how much P looks like E did as a tiny. I guess this is the next apology (think it's #3...already!). I just know I'll be one of those mothers who is asking, "Which of you is it in this picture?" when you're older. At the moment I can tell by the style of my glasses if I'm in the pic. And in one of the ones posted above, I could see a laptop in the corner of one of them. I know that's an old laptop, so that picture must be E. My deduction skills are fab....but I'm hoping they last me till I'm old and grey!
I sit now and wonder what you will look like in a year, two years, ten years. Will you still look similar? Will P's dark baby hair become the golden locks that E has now? Will you both go darker as you get older as I did? What colour will your eyes become? Will you both like the same things?
I'm nothing like Uncle Paul. I don't think people would even put us as related if they saw us in a line up. We're not that similar in personality or likes/dislikes either. Daddy and Auntie Claire look alike, though Uncle Andrew looks different (though Grandpa commented that younger photos of Daddy look like Uncle Andrew!). It's bizarre.
Who will you end up looking like? At the moment you're both very like me. Especially P with your gorgeously chubby baby thighs. "Gorgeously chubby" is not, of course, how I describe my thighs,....though maybe I shall take it on! Which character traits will you have of mine? Which from Daddy? Who knows. I know I can't wait to find out.
x
Friday, 11 June 2010
(Smoke and) Mirrors
Dear P,
Today I put you on the playmat while I went to make tea. You were very chilled out and played happily while I put a stew in the oven for Daddy and I to eat later.
You were looking at your reflection in the wee mirror. I do hope you were thinking how beautiful you are. You are beautiful. You look just like your big sister did as a tiny baby, only a little bigger! It got me thinking though. I wonder how many hours you'll spend looking in mirrors. With two girls in the house, will Daddy and I ever get in the bathroom in ten years time?
And when you look in that mirror, now or in the future, my wish for you is that you'll see the beautiful girl that I see. I see so many young people with image issues, and I don't want that for you. I pray that you'll see the wonderful person you are, crafted by God, knitted together in my womb, and born into this world.
"If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?"
Love, Mummy x
Today I put you on the playmat while I went to make tea. You were very chilled out and played happily while I put a stew in the oven for Daddy and I to eat later.
You were looking at your reflection in the wee mirror. I do hope you were thinking how beautiful you are. You are beautiful. You look just like your big sister did as a tiny baby, only a little bigger! It got me thinking though. I wonder how many hours you'll spend looking in mirrors. With two girls in the house, will Daddy and I ever get in the bathroom in ten years time?
And when you look in that mirror, now or in the future, my wish for you is that you'll see the beautiful girl that I see. I see so many young people with image issues, and I don't want that for you. I pray that you'll see the wonderful person you are, crafted by God, knitted together in my womb, and born into this world.
"If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?"
Love, Mummy x
An apology (possibly the first of many) about names
Two children. Two gorgeous children. Two children each with a lovely (IMHO) name. Both names biblical, each with a cheekily "It's in the Bible" middle name. Two very different names. Both strong, important women in the Bible - albeit with very different roles, backgrounds and amount of words allocated to them.
Both difficult to spell it seems, judging by the number of people who spell them wrong on letters and cards, etc. I didn't mean to do that. I guess maybe that's apology #1. As a teacher of young children, and a person with an apparently hard to spell name, you'd think I'd have given you names that you won't spend the rest of your lives spelling out. Sorry girls.
Apology #2 is that I call you the wrong name. To be fair, I usually get E right. You're child number one. You've had the name for 2 1/2 years. Unless I'm calling you Trouble, or Blondie, or Gorgeous Girl, (or in Tall Daddy's case, Shortie!) you're usually named right. P on the other hand, usually gets called by your sister's name. So little P, I'm sorry. I'm trying hard. However, I feel this could be another moment I'm turning into my Mum. At least I don't have a sister....it means I won't try her name before yours. And to be fair, at least being called another girl's name is better than a boy's name as in Grandma's case, as she usually tries my Aunt's name, then my brother's, before she tried my own.
I'll do my best. I'll try to remember the gorgeous name we gave you. The name I fought hard for, and Daddy let me choose for you as he had chosen your sister's name. Sorry, P.
Both difficult to spell it seems, judging by the number of people who spell them wrong on letters and cards, etc. I didn't mean to do that. I guess maybe that's apology #1. As a teacher of young children, and a person with an apparently hard to spell name, you'd think I'd have given you names that you won't spend the rest of your lives spelling out. Sorry girls.
Apology #2 is that I call you the wrong name. To be fair, I usually get E right. You're child number one. You've had the name for 2 1/2 years. Unless I'm calling you Trouble, or Blondie, or Gorgeous Girl, (or in Tall Daddy's case, Shortie!) you're usually named right. P on the other hand, usually gets called by your sister's name. So little P, I'm sorry. I'm trying hard. However, I feel this could be another moment I'm turning into my Mum. At least I don't have a sister....it means I won't try her name before yours. And to be fair, at least being called another girl's name is better than a boy's name as in Grandma's case, as she usually tries my Aunt's name, then my brother's, before she tried my own.
I'll do my best. I'll try to remember the gorgeous name we gave you. The name I fought hard for, and Daddy let me choose for you as he had chosen your sister's name. Sorry, P.
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