big girl? baby girl?

Ok we are back. I guess we have been busy. Me growing another little bubba human being and Miss T perfecting a fair few new skills

1. how to throw a good old tantrum (if this isn't the terrible 2's I am terrified!)
2. how to quack like a duck, bark like a dog (or Popo in our case) and roar like a lion
3. how to feed herself with a spoon (she has become quite the pro and really delights in this new skill)
4. An almost mature understanding of item in the house and who they belongs to…mum’s bag, dad’s hat, popo’s ball…she says and delivers...this seriously blows my mind.
5. And probably the most endearing of her new achievements…an absolute gusto ritual of saying goodbye or goodnight to Apollo. This involves a repetitive ‘night night Popo or bye Popo” followed by a massive cuddle and kiss on the lips. We do not leave the house or head to bed until this is completed.

Yes Miss T is growing up before our very eyes and most days we see this big girl who is well on her way to becoming a big sister in November.

But not on Tuesday. Instead I saw a baby girl, my precious baby girl terrified by a 4 year old Iron Man at the park. The playground was full of other little kiddies having a great time and Miss T seemed to be the only one impacted by a little boy dressed in costume from head to toe. I watched her spot him and observe him from a distance with serious concern before bursting into tears and running for comfort. And with me she sat until Iron Man headed home. I felt such compassion for her little mind that was trying to understand why he looked so different and so scary but I won’t lie, I quietly enjoyed the long cuddles and company I received at a pace so foreign in the busy world that is Miss T.

Keeping a close eye on Iron Man

Not convinced about this guy

 

december

I can't quite believe that the year that was- by far the most exhausting but also by far the best year of my life so far -is drawing to a close. I would never have believed that I could survive on so little sleep and that I could feel so truely, madly, deeply in love with someone who inflicts such sleep deprivation on me. Daddy, Miss T and I are going to welcome in 2013 with Aunty L and Uncle C- think casual bbq and 9pm fireworks. Not too crazy I know but I can already taste the champagne and that is all that matters really. I think Miss T wanted to cherish our last 2012 moments together so we had a little marathon last night, partying from 12.30-4, so Iv'e done my late night and I am looking forward to popping into bed be say...around 10pm...Miss T's party preparation is in full swing so I need my beauty sleep or sanity sleep rather...

Miss T and I would like to wish you a happy healthy new year. We are going to leave you with the photos from the decemeber challenge we embarked on- a photos a day. I tried my best to stay on task but there are a few days missing. Never the less I think the little collection wraps up 2012 beautifully.
It is as though we have been together for a life time. See you in 2013 xx

 

 

 

 

little miss smooch

I've created a monster I mean a smoocher...maybe even a monster smoocher!
How? I am not entirely sure. Maybe I have given Miss T far too many kisses in the last 11 months of her life? Is that even possible? (I mean who wouldn't want to kiss her soft little cheeks or pudgy little legs). Or was it my repetitive 'Give us a kiss sugar' that started this all off... Maybe it was her love affair with Apollo that has cultivated this behaviour...or maybe she was just born a smoocher. Either way I have little miss smoocher on my hands.

Miss T has been sharing the love for a while now. Daddy, Apollo and I receive some gorgeous kisses from dawn to dusk, but all of a sudden she is seriously obsessed with smooching! I mean every banal object in her immediate environment appears to be worthy. And now she has stepped it up a notch and her precious little playmates and their equally gorgeous mumma's have become the recipients. I am not just talking a quick little peck either, I am talking careful, gentle kisses along with sweet little cuddles. Miss T's playmates Master H and J seem a little perplexed to be honest, their little faces almost saying, gee this girl is pretty forward...

Don't get me wrong I love it, and I whole heartedly encourage such warm loving behaviour but as her mumma I am hoping she is getting it out of her system before she turns...say 14?



Where is all began

 

Miss T sharing the love with Master H and J

Busy busy busy

While Miss T and I wait for the news of a dear friend who will be giving birth any day now I can't help but notice that something has changed. My beautiful girlfriend is about to start the mumma journey with a brand spanking new bubba and something has happened to my bubba. She has been replaced with this busy individual who I see going about her daily business. I've become somewhat of an observer. She has her schedule and she is sticking to it. Let me tell you she does not stop!

In my peripheral I see her walking, kissing (practically anything…lounge, dog, lambie, phone, they are all the same to Miss T and all deserving of a kiss), collecting, sorting, arranging...even answering the phone (which phone you ask…my phone, her play phone, lambie acting as a phone...let’s not worry about the details) with this cute little 'eeoo' which matches the tone of my own 'hello'. It looks like we are starting our next little chapter and I for one am not sure I am ready. I even got excited when she woke last night. I thought, Oh yay I can cuddle her like old times. It was lovely and cuddly but the 10 kg that is Miss T started to get just a little exhausting. I am pretty sure a newborn never felt so heavy.

I'm stoked but also slightly devastated that my little baby is growing up. As irrational as it is, I still would like to wrap her up and put her back in my belly where she belongs. But instead I have to endure her almost teenage like maturity. Miss T is so busy these days I am hoping a visit to the hospital to meet the new bubba will fit in with her schedule. I will have to wait and see…

puppy love

 
I taught miss T to kiss. That's what your suppose to do isn't it? An open mouth (occasional tongue) kiss that I could seriously be the recipient of all day long. I get the odd kiss, dad works hard for his kisses...then there is Apollo, now he has the highest quoter. Yes our big blue staffie Apollo gets all the OPEN mouth kisses....Terrific!

I guess she just loves her big brother!