"I know what I know, mama, remember? Don't tell me or ask me, remember? I'm talking to you, mama. Daddy, not you, I'm talking to mama!"
...as he is meant to be falling asleep in the car...
The boy found an almost dead bee and was very distressed that he might die. After much caring, with water, flowers and finally sugar water, Mr Bee came back to life and was liberated the next day when the sun was up. The boy was very happy, to say the least, and extremely proud that we'd saved Mr Bee.
Stormy clouds have come and gone (hopefully).
Silver linings: I had snuggles with both kids before bed, I had an hour in the middle of the night to appreciate my beautiful daughter, I slept on leopard print, I have eaten some yummy and filling food in the last 24 hours, I love my mama, my husband makes me laugh and feel loved. I am lucky.
Me: do you want more milk or have you finished?
One year old (clear as a bell): finished. [Walks off, hands in the air, and investigates the toy box]
First word after mama, da (daddy), and ba (Baka). Some approximation of yes (deh) and no, but that one is less clear - she tends to utilise shouting random sounds if she's unhappy. She's also taken to putting her hand over her mouth when coughing, even in her sleep, and both hands over her eyes when crying. 😍
So my beautiful brave boy didn't bat an eyelid at his jabs today. "My vaccinations didn't hurt, mama. Well, the second shot hurt a bit, but not much!" His sister, on the other hand, screamed the house down because a stranger (lovely nurse) was holding her (right next to me). Another day successfully juggled, negotiated and managed. Now to check whether 1772 has any significance - boy's falling asleep mutterings.
"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." Charles Dickens
Except it's February. A beautiful day, nonetheless. Kids now asleep and peace reigns again.
One year ago exactly, I was still in labour. In a few hours, we would be moving to an emergency c-section. I still remember the moment she was pulled out and I saw her little face and I thought, "Oh, another one!" By her second day, she'd started to take on the more delicate pointy features that distinguish her from her brother.
I remember those first few days in hospital, the heat of the ward, my naked nappied baby lying on my chest 24/7, sleeping, feeding, the multiple migraines on the third day heralding the arrival of my milk, the yummy hospital meals, especially the apple cake and soya custard, ooh and the custard creams - a healthy snack for a new mother!
I remember my son's shyness, confusion and very mild fear as he visited us, climbing carefully onto the bed with us for a snuggle. The contrast, now, to his rough, loving play with her.
I love how they are together: both running around the sofa at top speed before bedtime, both strong, wilful, independent, tough, laughing, playing, pushing, hugging, grabbing, funny, fun loving, loving. "They're both rather active..." says my tired mama!
My little girl, a year old in just a few hours, such a little person, yet such a strong character - knows her mind, bright, perceptive, socially aware, shouty, desperate to be a verbal part of our world already, funny, very very loving, affectionate. Happy birthday my beautiful baby. I'm so glad you joined our little family. 😍 😘
What a great day! I found a whole heap of never worn socks at the back of my drawer AND my daughter only woke twice. I feel 7 years younger, though I have a horrid feeling this may be the calm before the storm because yesterday I spied a second molar trying to push through (and armed myself for the night by dosing her with ibuprofen and paracetamol). Still. At least I have some non-holey socks. 😀
Just watched Brooklyn (Netflix), a beautiful film about an Irish girl in the '50s who moves to New York. Resonated so strongly within me, the beauty and the fortune and the heartbreak of loving two places (or more), of having more than one home, the longing for the other home(s), the joy of saying hello again and the sadness of saying goodbye. I am a child of two cultures...my babies are children of three...my family of origin, now, of six...