Wednesday, May 26

Gwen is Three



Dear Gwen,
Wow, you are now a bona fide little girl. The baby stage is long gone and the toddler years are a dwindling memory.

You are a long-limbed, articulate 3-year-old girlie girl who likes:

Boily eggs
Dancing to songs on the iPod (current fav: Best of You by the Foo Fighters)
Getting nakey
Having a shower
Making up nonsense words
Wearing dresses, especially if they twirl
Talking - a lot



Your catty
Telling people your name
Whispering about naughty things like spitting and smacking
Your cousin Emily
Baking bread
Making cakes
The seaside
Picnics
Knickers



You don't like:
Bees, flies and other buzzy things
Trousers
Soya milk

You are most likely to say:
"I'm going to wear something from my Summer Collection, I am."
"Can I wear your dress when I'm a bit bigger?"
"Shall we have a little chill out?"
"Actually Mammy, I'm going to have breakfast FIRST, then get dressed AFTER."
"Can I spit when I brush my teeth? Is that OK? Yes?"




You say funny things every single day. You breastfeed your teddies. You make imaginary games out of random objects. You like Emmy the Great's debut album. You tell me off if I'm grumpy.

You rock.

Happy birthday, snail.

Love, Mama
x

Friday, May 14

11 months



Dear Molly,
You are almost 11 months old and you have sunshine in your soul. Every day you cwtch and snuzzle and grin and coo and giggle and explore and make the cutest little noises as you get to know the world.

You learnt to crawl at 8 months and have now progressed to pulling yourself up on things and bouncing up and down with excitement at your new-found abilities.

Your gurgles and shouts are also getting a bit more communicative. Pulling toys out of a box is accompanied by a sort of 'Ta-da!' sound and things you like the look of at lunchtime are met with an inquisitive 'Oooooo' noise.



You like playing peek-a-boo, tearing up paper with your teeth, crawling around with socks and teddies in your mouth (just like Blod), playing the bongos, climbing up my legs, strumming the guitar, cake (oops), Blod's water bowl, dancing when you hear music, digging the soil in the garden with your fingers, trying to put your hands in the toilet bowl, clapping, exploring the vegetable drawer of the fridge, and eating sand at the beach.

In fact, for someone so sweet, you can be a bit unsavoury. The other morning you did a stinky poo, then weed on the carpet as soon as I took your nappy off, then did a huge burp, then sneezed and produced two green snot trails, then sicked up over me - all within about half an hour.

But whatever you get up to, you just have to flash me your big gummy grin and all is forgiven, my stinky, sunshine girl.

Love,
Mama
x

Thursday, May 6

Making me smile


Cute summer shoes
Nakd bars
Marina and the Diamonds (especially when Gwen sings along)
The expression 'mooching about'
Dreaming of a cohousing community
Weekend food swaps with my neighbour
Notebook gorgeousness (the pages are pink!)
Two small people napping in the afternoons - at the same time

Wednesday, May 5

Gwenisms


When I'm a bit bigger I'm going to have pink contact lenses, made of strawberries

Is there milk in your boobs? Is it cow's milk or soya milk?

This t-shirt hasn't got any armsleeves

Are you wearing a milkbra?

Where's that snail gone? Has he slimed away?

Monday, May 3

An Amelie Moment

As I seem to be incapable of taking nice pictures of my family, I've enrolled on a Photographing People course. This week, we looked at self portraits and I came over all Amelie Poulin.