Dear P,
It seems lately I've mostly blogged to and/or about your big sister. Being the youngest is tough. E will always do stuff first, memorably, and without you. But you're always there. Always gorgeous.
You're still the image of your sister at this age, but definitely your own person. She was chilled, you're even more so. Such a happy wee thing. Loads of smiles, giggles and peacefulness.
Your pukiness has lessened - I don't think it was dairy related! But you do still catch me unawares...usually when in a back carry in the sling, or just as we're about to go out! You've also mastered the art of the explodapoo! A talent not every baby possesses I'm sure!! It came in very handy on our recent camping trip. Days were sunny, nights were cold. You and I shared a sleeping bag - and you wore a million layers as well. I don't think you ever felt the cold, but just to be sure, you pooed. Covering yourself from neck to ankles. Every night. Being a mum is so glamorous!
So there we are. I found something to write to you. A post about your bodily emissions! Sorry Baby girl. I love you little one,
Mummy x
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Wedding bells...
Dear E,
You've been a bridesmaid twice now, and you're not even three. Here's hoping "always a bridesmaid, never a bride" isn't true for you. Mind you that would save me from having to write Daddy's speech....!
Anyway, recently at a family wedding, we were driving from the church to the reception when your little voice piped up from the back. The conversation went a little like this :
E : When's our wedding?
M : We're not having a wedding.
E : When I'm big can we have one?
M : When you're big, if you find a nice man that you love, you can have a wedding darling.
E : I choose Daddy to be a man. I love Daddy.
Cue conversation about Daddy being already married to Mummy and you can't marry him, but how lovely it is that you love him. All went quiet for a while, we started a different conversation in the front, and then your little voice piped up again :
"I want a lady when I'm bigger....not a man."
We did giggle. All we want is for you to be happy little bear.
Love,
Mummy x
You've been a bridesmaid twice now, and you're not even three. Here's hoping "always a bridesmaid, never a bride" isn't true for you. Mind you that would save me from having to write Daddy's speech....!
Anyway, recently at a family wedding, we were driving from the church to the reception when your little voice piped up from the back. The conversation went a little like this :
E : When's our wedding?
M : We're not having a wedding.
E : When I'm big can we have one?
M : When you're big, if you find a nice man that you love, you can have a wedding darling.
E : I choose Daddy to be a man. I love Daddy.
Cue conversation about Daddy being already married to Mummy and you can't marry him, but how lovely it is that you love him. All went quiet for a while, we started a different conversation in the front, and then your little voice piped up again :
"I want a lady when I'm bigger....not a man."
We did giggle. All we want is for you to be happy little bear.
Love,
Mummy x
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
A sad day.
Dear girls,
You probably won't remember yesterday, but it was a sad day. Our lovely big black cat, Chewy, was found dead. Run over on the busy road outside. We're very sad. He was about 6 years old, a rescue cat. The biggest, craziest, sweetest cat you could wish for. He was named Chewy as he made a noise like a Wookie on the first night we had him. Chewbacca....Chewy.
He caught all kinds of animals - voles, shrews, mice, birds, rats and even squirrels. Very generous, and always laid out on the dining room floor. Thanks Chew! I know it's cos he loved us, but it was horrid to get up in the morning and find a dead beastie there!
He also ate anything and everything. Nothing was safe in the kitchen unless shut in a cupboard,and it seems the neighbours' kitchens weren't safe either! He often came home with chunks of cheese, or pork chops, or similar....I've never worked out where he stole it from!
P, you won't remember our gorgeous boy, but E might. You made me laugh, little E, when we told you about his passing. I tried to use it as a bit of a road safety lesson, so after we'd ascertained that he'd gone crash bang with a car and he was hurt, you wanted to know if he'd gone in an ambulance to hospital. We explained that cats didn't go to hospital, and told you'd he'd gone to Heaven and wouldn't be coming back. You asked how he'd got to Heaven and who had taken him from our house.....I thought fast, and told you that if you go to Heaven, you just go - no-one takes you. So you made me smile by saying, "I hope he went on the pavement, Mummy."
Rest in peace Chewy cat. Go chase squirrels to your heart's content. We all miss you, especially your fiercest adversary, Monkey.
Monday, 23 August 2010
Imagination and predictions
Dear E,
Your imagination is really whirring at the moment. You love to pretend to go shopping, or to the bank or post office. You pack your bag, find your keys and phone and off you go. Sometimes we have to come with you, other times we're told to stay at home and wait for you. It's lovely to watch...and amusing to see what foibles of Mummy and Daddy you imitate.
We also play "Whatcha doin'?" a lot. A simple game, often played in the car. I'm driving us home from nursery and you ask, "Mummy, whatcha doin'?". I then have to come up with crazy things like 'riding a horse', 'cooking sausages' or 'having a nap'. You enjoy giggling at me and telling me other ideas for what I might be doing.
You also love to tell us what is going to happen. So currently your favourite thing to tell me about is that you're moving to a new house. It's a blue house (obviously, as blue is your favourite colour....bright blue that is, you don't like dark blue!) and it's very nice apparently. We're all coming to live with you there too which is kind.
I did get excited briefly, as I thought maybe you could predict the future. I was enjoying the dream with you of a new house, with rooms for all of us. It also had a big garden apparently, with lots of toys (and believe me darling, if I could get you a house with a big garden and lots of toys, I would!).
But then I thought about your last great prediction.....the baby! From the moment we told you I was pregnant, you were convinced the baby would be a boy. There was no doubt in your mind. You wouldn't accept my gentle nudgings that there was a possibility it would be a girl. Admittedly, we knew then that your predictions weren't 100% perfect as there was no way we were calling the baby Five, which was your chosen name for it! But I did start to believe that I was carrying a boy as you were so convinced. When Phoebe popped out (gosh, I make that sound easy!!), I was so surprised that she was a girl. You took it all in your stride of course and the baby brother Five has never been mentioned again!
So maybe your predictions aren't so great. I'll not hold out too much hope for the new house then!!
Love Mummy x
Your imagination is really whirring at the moment. You love to pretend to go shopping, or to the bank or post office. You pack your bag, find your keys and phone and off you go. Sometimes we have to come with you, other times we're told to stay at home and wait for you. It's lovely to watch...and amusing to see what foibles of Mummy and Daddy you imitate.
We also play "Whatcha doin'?" a lot. A simple game, often played in the car. I'm driving us home from nursery and you ask, "Mummy, whatcha doin'?". I then have to come up with crazy things like 'riding a horse', 'cooking sausages' or 'having a nap'. You enjoy giggling at me and telling me other ideas for what I might be doing.
You also love to tell us what is going to happen. So currently your favourite thing to tell me about is that you're moving to a new house. It's a blue house (obviously, as blue is your favourite colour....bright blue that is, you don't like dark blue!) and it's very nice apparently. We're all coming to live with you there too which is kind.
I did get excited briefly, as I thought maybe you could predict the future. I was enjoying the dream with you of a new house, with rooms for all of us. It also had a big garden apparently, with lots of toys (and believe me darling, if I could get you a house with a big garden and lots of toys, I would!).
But then I thought about your last great prediction.....the baby! From the moment we told you I was pregnant, you were convinced the baby would be a boy. There was no doubt in your mind. You wouldn't accept my gentle nudgings that there was a possibility it would be a girl. Admittedly, we knew then that your predictions weren't 100% perfect as there was no way we were calling the baby Five, which was your chosen name for it! But I did start to believe that I was carrying a boy as you were so convinced. When Phoebe popped out (gosh, I make that sound easy!!), I was so surprised that she was a girl. You took it all in your stride of course and the baby brother Five has never been mentioned again!
So maybe your predictions aren't so great. I'll not hold out too much hope for the new house then!!
Love Mummy x
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Bookworm
Dear E,
Coming from a family of book lovers, you didn't have much chance. For your first Christmas, at only 12 weeks old, a lot of presents were books, and this has continued. Fortunately, reading is something you adore.
Aged "nearly 3", some of our favourites include :
*Anything by Julia Donaldson. The Gruffalo is a favourite and Daddy loves Stick Man, but you and I both adore Room on the Broom. Julia's southernness is a small issue, as I just can't bring myself to rhyme 'scarf' with 'giraffe', and various other combinations, but the rhyming text and amusing storylines keep us entertained time after time. We also know most of them by heart. I remember Daddy and I telling The Gruffalo in a pub during a rainy camping trip last summer, and you are able to join in with most of the stories too!
* Meg & Mog stories. You love the original Meg & Mog mainly because it contains a character called Tess and it makes you giggle. We also all love Meg, Mog & Og....ok, it's because we get to do the sluuuuurp! But it is fun!
* Dr. Seuss. Fox in Socks is a particular favourite...but only of yours. It's such a tongue twister and drives me up the wall...especially if I'm tired, but I know you love it, especially the tweetle beetles. You also like Green Eggs and Ham which is entertaining, and one day might encourage you to try new foods! Interestingly, I don't think I've ever read Cat in the Hat Comes Back to you though!
* Lastly comes my favourite. Our favourite. Our special Mummy and E book. Always chosen on particularly tired nights. The beautiful Guess How Much I Love You. I adore this book. I love that you do the actions of Little Nutbrown Hare as he tries to describe to Big Nutbrown Hare how much he loves him. (Are they both male? I have no idea how it is written but they are both male in my head...which is odd really!) I now always tell you at bedtime that I love you "right up to the moon and back", but I guess really I love you further than that. Can't even begin to describe how much. I guess for now, "to the moon and back" will do.
Love and literary devotion,
Mummy x
Coming from a family of book lovers, you didn't have much chance. For your first Christmas, at only 12 weeks old, a lot of presents were books, and this has continued. Fortunately, reading is something you adore.
Aged "nearly 3", some of our favourites include :
*Anything by Julia Donaldson. The Gruffalo is a favourite and Daddy loves Stick Man, but you and I both adore Room on the Broom. Julia's southernness is a small issue, as I just can't bring myself to rhyme 'scarf' with 'giraffe', and various other combinations, but the rhyming text and amusing storylines keep us entertained time after time. We also know most of them by heart. I remember Daddy and I telling The Gruffalo in a pub during a rainy camping trip last summer, and you are able to join in with most of the stories too!
* Meg & Mog stories. You love the original Meg & Mog mainly because it contains a character called Tess and it makes you giggle. We also all love Meg, Mog & Og....ok, it's because we get to do the sluuuuurp! But it is fun!
* Dr. Seuss. Fox in Socks is a particular favourite...but only of yours. It's such a tongue twister and drives me up the wall...especially if I'm tired, but I know you love it, especially the tweetle beetles. You also like Green Eggs and Ham which is entertaining, and one day might encourage you to try new foods! Interestingly, I don't think I've ever read Cat in the Hat Comes Back to you though!
* Lastly comes my favourite. Our favourite. Our special Mummy and E book. Always chosen on particularly tired nights. The beautiful Guess How Much I Love You. I adore this book. I love that you do the actions of Little Nutbrown Hare as he tries to describe to Big Nutbrown Hare how much he loves him. (Are they both male? I have no idea how it is written but they are both male in my head...which is odd really!) I now always tell you at bedtime that I love you "right up to the moon and back", but I guess really I love you further than that. Can't even begin to describe how much. I guess for now, "to the moon and back" will do.
Love and literary devotion,
Mummy x
Saturday, 31 July 2010
It truly must be love
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
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
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