Monday, 4 January 2010

Hello Twenty Ten!

Shamelessly dressing up your child is a legitimate perk of the mummy job!(Yes, I'm one of those hip & trendy young things who think twothousandandten is a bit of a mouthful. Humour me.)

First: The Little Dude & I would like to wish you all a very happy, if a little belated new year - hope 2010 is full of good times for one & all. Second: The mummy would like to apologise for December's distinct lack of activity - I totally underestimated the things to do : time needed to do them ratio, and ended up all over the place, making internet playtime intermittent at best. (Next year, I will be organised. You just watch me!!)

Festivities all over for another year though, normal service should hopefully be resumed as of... now.

Well, as much as possible, now that the LD is into everything having learned to pull himself up on the sofa (already?!), and gaining semi-crawling speed daily. Safe to say, he's keeping me on my toes! This last month, he seems to have been developing so quickly - first there was the finding of his feet - literally turned round one day to find him stood up holding onto the couch - I squealed in excitement. Then the next day came his first proper da da da, I welled up a little.  Then the next, he properly stacked 3 blocks on top of eachother - more luck than judgement maybe, but clearly I'm now convinced he's a child genius.

I've had a few of those emotional mummy moments over the festive period. Filling up his Christmas stocking, watching him rip open his presents (and of course pay much more attention to the paper than the gifts). Seeing him sat at the table waiting for turkey.  Looking all grown up. Sob!

The worst though, was Christmas night, after our guests had left, and the baby was sleeping (exhausted after a non-stop day!), the Daddy & I were cuddled up on the sofa, chilling wth a glass of vino, and I suddenly thought, 'This time last year, I was still a preggopot. That gorgeous little monster who'd been in at everything all day, was only half cooked!'  And I admit, I shed a little tear, sappy moo that I am.  It was a happy tear though. We had a fabulous time, and I can honestly say, I've never enjoyed a Christmas so much.

And it happened again on New Years - we stayed in, for the first time I can remember, and it was actually lovely!  The daddy & I have a geekish tradition of taking an at-arms-length-self-portrait at midnight (you know the ones, 2x half heads where you're grinning like loonies, eyes half shut because of the flash :P), and 2010 was no different, except this time, there were three faces filling the frame - all ready for a new year and all the goodies it has to offer.  Yep, there was another little happy mummy tear then.

It is scary how fast it's all going though. Eight and a half months, gone in the blink of an eye. If I hadn't taken so many photos, I'd wonder what we did with it.

My 'baby' is ONE in a few months. (Oh you know tears will be shed that day!)  Goodness only know what new skills & tricks he'll learn between now and then, or what He'll get into to make me fly across the room to run interference.  All I do know, is that I am loving this crazy ride, and can't wait to see what happens next.


  1. Happy New year to you and little Dude too. They grow up so fast, blink and you miss it. Mine are no longer babies - how the hell sis that happen and no one asked for my go ahead on that one!!

  2. I know the feeling. Mine just sat for the first time today (though I wasn't brave enough to move too far away). There are so many teeny milestones, but they are happening way to quick for my liking!

  3. Aaah! That's a big one too! My advice would be scatter every cushion you have around them - so you're covered if they fall in any direction :)

  4. I know!
    Nobody runs it by you do they? Just turn around & they're tiny little people who want to do everything themselves! crazy!