In the garden with li'l Blue Eyes

Diz enjoys some summer sunshine - Aug 2013

It didnt last long though. Those brilliant skies and bright sunshine have been replaced with concrete grey autumn vibes and rain. Lots of rain.. My mojo has fled with the warmth and I dream of hibernation in a warm, cozy cave.. or a holiday... if someone has some spare air fare and a sunlounger by a pool, please let me know.

 

Still, D continues to lighten up my day. 18 months old on Wednesday, she gets cuter and funnier every day. Even the tantrums are still cute (I wonder how long that lasts?) and I [mostly] have sympathy with her tears when she is upset. Is that normal??? Maybe it'll change by her teenage years....

 

Anyway, the family are away. I am at home with the cat and my To Do List for company. You know what it's like though. All those chores that need fixing get left when something more tempting comes calling. Like cricket on the radio. Or some really fascinating documentaries on the Internet. I would be writing a novel here on the dangers of procrastination but I'll get around to it tomorrow....

 

The kiddies have been a challenge at work recently. It seems they are ready to fly the nest to their 'Big Schools' and get more restless by the day. The laughs still come though, a four year old's sense of observation can sometimes be just as sharp as an adults with amusing results. I was discussing the Cebeebies show 'Magic Hands' with B the other day and he went to great lengths impersonating a deaf presenter signing. With hands fluttering like a tic tac man and tongue flapping like someone being electrocuted, he gave me the best laugh in weeks.

Diz and the 'terrible twos'

It seems she's entered them a few months early...

All those little things in the house she didn't notice? She does now. Cupboards are opened, cutlery ends up in places it shouldnt. In short, anything not nailed down has an invitation to be found in a new home.... it's just the way it goes I guess...

The sweet little girl we once knew now knows what she wants. And lets us know her disappointment when she doesn't get it.

D's meek little grumblings have now become lusty howls when a door is closed to her or something is taken from her grasp. It's like having a very angry seagull that starts calling out with minimal provocation. You'll hear sounds of contented bath play then suddenly pained screams break out. On closer inspection Diz will have chucked a toy out of the bath and be staring down at it. Tears streaming down the cheeks and a bereaved expression on the face.  

No supermarket faceplants yet (she can't walk unaided yet, thankfully), but she is growing into a feisty little girl who will hold her own in the world. And I can't wait to see how she grows up.

Still, she has her mother's and big bro's charm which impresses family and friends alike. At our wedding D was passed from friend to friend during the day like a prized pet for stroking and fussing over. She kept a sweet demeanour the whole day and didn't grumble even once. This weekend we visited my cousins and Diz was 'entertained' by a tween coterie who treated her with adulation most babies would tire of pretty quick. My daughter smiled sweetly and seemed to enjoy every moment of it.

So, tolerant little angel or pocket rocket? How will Diz turn out??

A.