Blink and I’ll miss it

So I missed 16 months and now 17. I guess I should put you in your chair for photos but it seems somewhat disingenuous. And if I’m truthful rather unlikely given your inability to sit still.

You are increasingly busy and decreasingly sleepy, not that you’ve ever been much of a sleeper.
It’s hard to leave the house with you as you spend most of our outings kicking and screaming. Thank the greater good for our kindest of friends who help me get the grocery shopping done, or we’d all be pretty hungry these days.

That being said you are a super trooper through these renovations and I am thankful that you are too young to understand that it’s impractical and weird to live with no kitchen, but are instead fascinated with nails and plasterboard and general debris.

You’ve learnt to jump which is hilarious and come out with new words often but only when you want. The other day it was flower very clearly pointing to print and real flowers, but you weren’t ready to share that sound with nanny today.
You were happy however to kiss her goodbye through the fence which was beyond adorable. You are always happier outside.

Daddy and you get up to mischief if I’m off doing something by myself and its an amazing bond to watch.

You miss your older siblings terribly when they aren’t at home and are always unimpressed when we drive your sister to work. If you didn’t wear me out so much and perhaps pulled my hair a little less I’d be dying to give you a younger sibling. But for now I sway back and forth on the matter, much like the decision of if I should be returning to work now to make life financially easier.

But today I will just pause and see you where you are, a blazing ball of energy that though rough is tender on heart.

I love you Evie-bean.

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Blink and I’ll miss it

So I missed 16 months and now 17. I guess I should put you in your chair for photos but it seems somewhat disingenuous. And if I’m truthful rather unlikely given your inability to sit still.
You are increasingly busy and decreasingly sleepy, not that you’ve ever been much of a sleeper.
It’s hard to leave the house with you as you spend most of our outings kicking and screaming. Thank the greater good for our kindest of friends who help me get the grocery shopping done, or we’d all be pretty hungry these days.

That being said you are a super trooper through these renovations and I am thankful that you are too young to understand that it’s impractical and weird to live with no kitchen, but are instead fascinated with nails and plasterboard and general debris.

You’ve learnt to jump which is hilarious and come out with new words often but only when you want. The other day it was flower very clearly pointing to print and real flowers, but you weren’t ready to share that sound with nanny today.
You were happy however to kiss her goodbye through the fence which was beyond adorable. You are always happier outside.

Daddy and you get up to mischief if I’m off doing something by myself and its an amazing bond to watch.

You miss your older siblings terribly when they aren’t at home and are always unimpressed when we drive your sister to work. If you didn’t wear me out so much and perhaps pulled my hair a little less I’d be dying to give you a younger sibling. But for now I sway back and forth on the matter, much like the decision of if I should be returning to work now to make life financially easier.

But today I will just pause and see you where you are, a blazing ball of energy that though rough is tender in heart.

I love you Evie-bean.

15 + 5

Growing up passed up by in a blur of squealing and vomit this month. I suspect that your reaction to dairy is getting worse and not better with age unfortunately. You still aren’t truly a happy camper but we are already five days behind on your update so I thought we better get on it.

You’ve moved up in to the next level at swimming and now go on Saturdays so daddy has a chance to enjoy you learning to swim too.

On the other hand you try so hard to help, putting things away and clapping each time. Your sense of humour continues to grow but is also weird, you really like to laugh at peoples feet for some reason.

B words are all the rage bDEE – bird, Ball, boba, and of course the recent addition of butt. My fault entirely but incredibly cute when you say it.

You love your daddy and older siblings fiercely and never fail to be put out by them going to work or school. It can be lonely for you stuck at home with mama. I try to remedy that with activities but with swimming on the weekends and our favourite play place no longer having activities for someone as small as you pickings are slim.

Owing to all the sadness that you experienced when you were unwell last week you’ve discovered ABC iview and all the kids programming there. I have to distract you with getting outside to slow your growing tv addiction. You also enjoy Q&A because you like to clap when the audience does, sometimes I wish you wouldn’t.

I had my first grown up night out without you recently and although you slept the entire time I was gone you made sure I knew of your displeasure on my return. It can be so wearing but I do know that you love me for sure.

We’re still enjoying wearing you more than using the pram with one exception. Daddy and I have started the couch to 5k program and you love being in the pram for that, apart from when we walk. You really love when we run, so it’s lucky that that is for a little more time each run.

Another wonderful month gone by filled with your smile and selective smooches, I am a lucky mama.

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15 + 5

Growing up passed up by in a blur of squealing and vomit this month. I suspect that your reaction to dairy is getting worse and not better with age unfortunately. You still aren’t truly a happy camper but we are already five days behind on your update so I thought we better get on it.
You’ve moved up in to the next level at swimming and now go on Saturdays so daddy has a chance to enjoy you learning to swim too.

On the other hand you try so hard to help, putting things away and clapping each time. Your sense of humour continues to grow but is also weird, you really like to laugh at peoples feet for some reason.

B words are all the rage bDEE – bird, Ball, boba, and of course the recent addition of butt. My fault entirely but incredibly cute when you say it.

You love your Papa and older siblings fiercely and never fail to be put out by them going to work or school. It can be lonely for you stuck at home with mama. I try to remedy that with activities but with swimming on the weekends and our favourite play place no longer having activities for someone as small as you pickings are slim.

Owing to all the sadness that you experienced when you were unwell last week you’ve discovered ABC iview and all the kids programming there. I have to distract you with getting outside to slow your growing tv addiction. You also enjoy Q&A because you like to clap when the audience does, sometimes I wish you wouldn’t.

I had my first grown up night out without you recently and although you slept the entire time I was gone you made sure I knew of your displeasure on my return. It can be so wearing but I do know that you love me for sure.

We’re still enjoying wearing you more than using the pram with one exception. Papa and I have started the couch to 5k program and you love being in the pram for that, apart from when we walk. You really love when we run, so it’s lucky that that is for a little more time each run.

Another wonderful month gone by filled with your smile and selective smooches, I am a lucky mama.

Troubled teen

This month has been the slowest month since you were born, time has stretched out of shape and while I’ve wished that would happen many times it’s been for all the wrong reasons this month.

It started with your immunisations which were overdue because you were sick last month, your reaction to them has seen you sleepless and stressed, saying no to the breast most of the time. Just when that seems to have cleared your bottom molars have started to erupt causing you terrible pain. Coupled with falling into your grandparents pond and being fed dairy on fathers’ day and the croup you now have it definitely hasn’t been your best month.

But the way your eyes shine when you bring me a book to read (I’ve read you three in between typing the above words) bring me so much joy. That in between the screams and the tantrums you have laughed more than ever before shows that you are the same bright bundle of positivity that your lovely daddy is.

You chatter away when flipping through the pages of books or magazines, you like to point and tell me stories that I can’t quite understand yet. Something about your brothers feet when he is walking with us is inexplicably hilarious to you. Among your words are mama, dada, this, that, yay, yeah, and today when i showed you pictures of you I’m positive you said Evie. But best of all you run around saying ‘wowwowwow’, how I long to be in on that little world and see what it is you see.

Moving on from your fascination with dogs and woofing you know squeal DEE when you spot any birdies, which is often and adorable.

You are the master of waving, to anyone and everyone. It surprises me that so many people ignore it when you have that enormous grin and vigorous wave going, it’s a shame that they can’t share your joy for just a minute.

Also mastered this month is blowing your nose, which I’m stupidly proud of given that it’s something I was older than I’d like to admit before I figured it out. Not so thrilled by the fact that you somehow seem to have figured out the on field or no tissue version of blowing your nose, yuck!

You love to put clothes on and off, resulting in some interesting combinations and placements of clothing items. On and off seems to be a play theme with pulling things off the bookcase and in and out of the kitchen cupboards two of your favourite, and absolutely not my, uses of your time.
Along with the kitchen cupboards you’ve mastered opening the baby gate, daddy thinks we should leave it up because it slows you down, I think that is hilarious because it doesn’t. If I tell you I’ll be back in a minute I’m just going to the toilet I can guarantee your cheeky face will be grinning behind me even as I reach the bathroom. Not quite as funny is your ability to unbuckle the carseat, we have a cover for it but that just acts as a warning noise for us to know you’re playing with the buckle. Not much slows you down when you set your determined mind to something.

You still love to pluck and the guitar and hit anything that could make noise, preferring the drum to most things. I hope that the love of music continues for you because you’ve been pulling at guitar string since you could crawl and now you hum the melody when I try to sing you to sleep. I don’t let you play with them often, but somehow you know how to turn the music on both the ipad and iphone and sing along with that too. You remind me so much of your daddy.

One thing that reminds me you are a little me too is your new found love of drawing, such beautiful scribbles, so hard t keep you confined to the right places to draw. Hopefully the chalk and the newly painted blackboard draw might keep you away from pencilling all the books and walls for a while.

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Little one while I love time slowing down I hope that we are nearing the end of you being unwell because that’s too high a price to stop your babyhood rushing by. Every day you are a joy, even on those filled with your screams.

Miss mischief

Little Miss has become Miss Mischief this week.

Playing in the yard became playing with the car tyres and getting covered in road grime.

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After a bath to clean up it was on to daredevil feats in the lounge.

Standing and rocking

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Rocking with her feet

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Scaling the couch

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The next day it was all about being independent.

Helping herself to the kitchen cupboards and bringing back a “snack”

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Not to mention pulling all the paper off the toilet roll when I was cleaning.

She’s a lovely lovely handful.

Miss mischief

Little Miss has become Miss Mischief this week.
Playing in the yard became playing with the car tyres and getting covered in road grime.

After a bath to clean up it was on to daredevil feats in the lounge.

Standing and rocking

Rocking with her feet

Scaling the couch

The next day it was all about being independent.

Helping herself to the kitchen cupboards and bringing back a “snack”

Not to mention pulling all the paper off the toilet roll when I was cleaning.

She’s a lovely lovely handful.

Daddy’s girl

Eve has recently become acutely aware that once P & T have left for school and Daddy has waved goodbye she’s stuck home with just me for company.

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Poor thing has realised she wants dad more than mum at the moment, we have an hour or so each morning crying for daddy and bits and pieces of going to the window calling for daddy throughout the day.

She seems to have hit the phase of separating from mummy, including breast refusal. I thought it would be nice when she wanted me a little less, but really it’s not. The sadness of the beginning of weaning is it’s own minefield emotionally but coupled with her now wanting daddy instead it’s emotionally exhausting.

Hopefully it’s just a phase, but at the moment I’m taking it one day at a time and trying to gently distract Eve from her distress with games and books and songs. So far she’s responding some of the time by bringing me books to read her and other times by yelling and kicking. I’m still figuring out what works best for Eve.

You’d think Eve being my third child I’d have this stuff sorted, but each child (for me) has been so wildly different that it’s like starting anew each time. Each little person is just that a person, with their own personality and the different needs because of that individuality. It’s funny how when you’re pregnant people are obsessed with the sex of your baby when really its their unique personality that has more impact on your parenting.

When I’m having a hard time bringing my parenting in line with these different little personalities, especially one in this case that is such a little but powerful force, I try to remember to slow my step down to her pace, I try to remember that just as much as I am still learning who she is Eve is learning what everything is. That’s a whole lot of learning to fit into such a small being.

Starting your second year

It’s the fourth again, marking your 13th month. I wasn’t sure I was going to keep writing your monthly updates but it feels like I should.

Last night was a pretty awful night for you and today you are overtired and weepy interspersed with huge smiles and affection.

Another tooth has broken through and another seems to be growing in behind an existing tooth causing you immense trouble. Teething is horrible and I hate to see what it puts you through.

You’ve figured out climbing on the couch and bed, today climbing the ladder while daddy was trying to move it and the pram via it’s wheel. It seems I’m going to have to secure things that you can climb and think of everything as something you can climb.

Your climbing skills mean that you can now get on the rocking bear and rock whenever you please, which is both gorgeous and a relief from your clinginess. Your playing has grown, snuggling teddies and dolls, making dogs bark is one of your favourite things to do along with reading your books to me.

Sometimes when I’m sitting on the floor reading you’ll run behind me and lay on my back cuddling me, it fills me with such warmth and deep joy to know you love me even on bad days.

Words are coming randomly, often you’ll perfect a word and then decide you’re not interested in saying it anymore, like up. You prefer to communicate through actions, pointing to things or laying down when you’d like your bottom changed, it is making life a lot easier.

I know though that communication is making your little life frustrating, because you know what you want but I’m not always the best at catching your message.

You’re startlingly clever, I think you’re going to be the best kind of trouble my little love.

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