Last Sunday you climbed the stairs with Daddy following behind and I met you at the top as I got out of the bath with an enormous smile at your achievement.
You aren’t quite walking but I doubt it will be long now – your crawling has some serious speed as you wiggle your way around the house.
You love your books – every morning you make a beeline for the bookcase to have all your books (and some of Mama’s) spread out around you, and at the end of every day you snuggle up next to me to read your bedtime stories. One of these days you might even stop trying to eat the books.
It’s been a while since we went swimming but you’re making up for it in your bath; scrambling out of your bath seat and trying to climb up the taps and splish sploshing all the while.
When you got downstairs this morning you found a little Kitty-sized swing in the lounge and your face was a picture – you couldn’t wait to empty your other presents out of the seat and climb on in. We’ll be adding the leg extensions and putting in in the garden later so you can swing as I hang out laundry.
This year you’ve learnt to breath, to nurse, to smile, to laugh, to cuddle, to roll, to crawl, to eat solids, to pull up, to toddle and to chatter. It’s been a big year.
Well my little girl, you’re still quite tiny but you’re not a baby any more. Being your Mama has changed my life in so many wonderful topsy turvy ways. I love you and I would not be without you for the wide world.
Happy First Birthday, and many more to come