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01/08/2013

Exploring Family Kitty Motherhood

One year later

01/08/2013

follow url I have a confession: I really enjoy reading my own blog.  Not in an egotistical way, I mean I don’t sit there thinking “gosh that syntax was beautiful”, but I do like to look back occasionally, to remind myself of the little everyday moments that drift out of my brain in all the hustle of focussing on the present.

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alb forex hakkında Kitty, a year or so ago, snoozing in my arms during the Men’s’ hockey heats, curled up around and over the bump that became her sister.  She’s just so little.  I think I forget how fast she’s still growing and changing when Elma makes her pace look positively pedestrian.  At a couple of months shy of two she was still mostly baby; all big cheeks and that lovely plumpness that a year’s worth of running, jumping and growth spurts have all but eradicated, curls damps with the heat and just about scooped up into bouncy little pigtails.

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my response And yet some things are still the same, the t-shirt still fits, well just about, and although naps are long ago a thing of the past, she still sucks her thumb when she’s tired or stressed, and her chief comfort remains my hair, rubbed back and forth between thumb and forefinger until sleep washes over and I can gently extract myself.

have a peek at these guys I don’t mind the changes exactly, I love watching her develop and explore this big old wide world, her curiosity and chatter, and I’m really really loving understanding what she’s saying, but equally I don’t want to forget how it felt to wrap my arms around my first born as a tiny baby fluttered and wiggled underneath, or how even the whoops and cheers of the crowd couldn’t stir that deep relaxation of utter contentment and safety, but a warm pretzel hauled up almost to the very top of the stands by her Daddy was greeting with enormous smiles and outstretched arms.

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