Wednesday, April 23, 2008

When I Grow Up


This picture was only taken a month ago.

She no longer fits the vest, the dress or the tights.
The raccoon has been lost
The coffee table is no longer that tidy
I've forgotten the carpet is that colour

But:
The cushions are not needed anymore
The smiles are bigger
The giggles are louder

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Dream A Little Dream

I've been meaning to do this post since August, ie since I was 8 months pregnant. Unfortunately (or fortunately) a little thing got in the way and as that little thing gets bigger it seems to get harder to find the time. However, I'm back at work and have a whole 45 minutes at lunch to fill with all the various internet based tasks I can think of (like buying a dishwasher, woo hoo).

The other night we heard noises in the nursery and went to investigate. We discovered Naomi asleep on the floor, next to her bed. Mum and Dad will probably be thinking that she's definitely my daughter and she's showing enough obsessive behaviour to leave me in no doubt of that (as well as the fact that I definitely gave birth to her) So, this reminded me of photo fest I had planned of Naomi mainly from August 2007 when I think she could tell something big was about to happen.



It all started quite normally with a quick sleep on Daddy's back






But then in June she discovered Daddy's hands made a good pillow





And by July Mummy's tummy was big enough to win over everything else





But by August Mummy's tummy kept kicking back (oh how I don't miss those early days of Naomi and Chloe fighting, when I was literally stuck in the middle)



So much so that the kitchen floor was comfier






And so was being folded in half






And no she does not have tonsilitis, she's just either too lazy to make it down the stairs or too lazy to make it to bed.



And before you think we only have one child, here are a couple of Chloe:


The lovely days when I could do my puzzles without being headbutted on the nose. Was she really ever this small?



Catching a quick kip in her big sister's cot (now Chloe's cot)



Eating is such hard work. Here's a general tip, if they fall asleep in the highchair, leave them in the highchair. May sound like common sense but obviously isn't to an overtired mum!