This big girl of mine. She’s a complex little character, even at two and a half.
I sometimes think of her as a lot older than she is, she speaks as well as some four year old’s I know and she certainly knows her own mind. Since LL came along she seems to have shot up like a weed, and slowly the little features she had as a baby are disappearing- the pot belly, and the tight ringlet curls. Even her face is changing by the second. I can’t explain it, but she’s just changing ever so quickly.
It’s also hard to explain to someone who hasn’t had a toddler before, just quite how they make you feel. My god, this girl can play with my emotions. There is no one else who can make me go from hysterically happy, laughing and proud to downright frustrated and cross in the space of a minute.
For the most part, she is a very good girl. I relish the days we spend together, and for some reason I especially relish the quiet ones. I love Tuesdays, where as the weather has been so nice, we just walk into town and go to our local singing group. We then either go out for a picnic or to the park with friends afterwards, or we do a spot of shopping. We then walk home and she has a long nap. She loves to sleep my Mads, and I love her for it. She still generally has two hours sleep in the afternoons, and twelve to thirteen hours at night.
But then occasionally we have a day that throws us off balance a little bit. She can be a little madam when she wants to be, she certainly knows her own mind, and if she doesn’t like something she can throw a good strop. It is generally when she is tired or a bit under the weather, but she can certainly push my buttons and test my patience. Sometimes I can’t wait for bedtime.
I look at her sometimes and flash forward to her teenage years. To fights about getting her homework done before she can go out, to quizzing her about boys and making sure she is safe, and arguing about what time she is allowed to stay up till. She definitely has an air of defiance and cheekiness about her. My big girl has a glint in her eye, that is for sure.
But those big blue eyes that have a cheeky glint, are also filled with love. Love for me, love for her Daddy and love for her little sister. They fill with excitement and fun at the mention of her Auntie Anna, or at going to see Great Grandma and Grandpa. She loves to snuggle on my lap and she still loves to play with my ear. And she still sucks her fingers when she needs a comfort.
She is the girl who likes to get every teddy off the shelf and have them in her cot when it is nap time.
She is the girl who gets ‘Big George’ the big cuddly monster off the side every morning and says in a funny little voice ‘Why good morning to you George.’
She is the girl who has a ridiculously sweet tooth and who thinks it is her god given right to have a ‘treat’ any time she asks for one, even at half eight in the morning.
She is the girl who hates having her photo taken and shouts ‘No photos Mummy.’ You have no idea how much this makes me frustrated- I want to document her as she is now. All 0.9 metres of innocence, love and pureness.
She is the girl who loves ice cream.
Therefore I came up with a cunning plan. A plan to suit both her and Mummy. She gets treats and I get photo’s.
An ice cream photoshoot!
She is the girl who makes us live our very ordinary life to the absolute fullest.
Like setting up a photo shoot, and eating copious amounts of ice cream at 9am.
She is our big girl.
And we love her very much.
Occasional Tantrums and all.