8 months of love

Little Pixie:

Well my darling, you are 8-months-old this week.

We welcomed you into this world so much more peacefully than that of your sister's birth (well maybe I shouted a little at some point...).

I still remember your beautiful, clear blue eyes staring up at me as if to say, "I'm here, what's all the bloomin' fuss been about?"

You make us all smile and laugh so much, with the way you are constantly happy.

The way no one can make you shriek with laughter like your sister.

The way the first thing you do in the morning is roll over and poke Daddy in the eye until he wakes up, and then you treat him to the beamiest of smiles and say, "Ba ba!"

The way you navigate around the house with your pivoting, rolling and commando crawling, like an extra from the film Entrapment, where Catherine Zeta-Jones does her thing with the lasers.

The way the dog delights you by licking your hand.

The way you play hidey-boo with your toys.

The way we snuggle together in the quiet of the night whilst you nurse, with your tiny warm fingers wrapped around mine, and your wriggly little legs tucked into my tummy.

The way you have filled all of our lives with love and laughter and completed our beautiful family perfectly.

Thank you choosing us to be your family, my baby girl. We love you and your sister eternally and wish you a lifetime of happiness, health, love and freedom.

Mummy xxx

Almost Spring

It's amazing how the change from dark to light can make one want to come out of hibernation :)

I've had lots and lots of freelance work in, that has actually taxed my little custard-filled brain.

The children are growing and developing perfectly, especially little pixie who at almost 8 months, is way ahead of herself, meaning Mummy and Daddy must be on their guard at all times.

This last week has brought a highly annoying and pointless health visitor check - can these people BE any more patronizing, misinformed and poorly educated? (said in a Chandler-esque tone).

I do not need to be told how to brush my child's ONE and ONLY tooth, and nor to I need to be misinformed that adult-strength fluoride is a MUST for a baby.

I also do not need to be told how to communicate with my baby, like I am some amoeba and don't understand the basics in childcare. And don't get me started at the repeated 'invitations' to inject the toxinous swine flu crap into my children...

We're now busy planning what to plant in our garden for this year. Pixie says definitely strawberries, and we're hoping to do some swapping and sharing with our friends on their smallholding so we can get some lovely produce from them.

Here are two presents from them for my birthday and from Christmas:

Our family of hedgehogs

and a lovely planter. These are fab and they were done with a chainsaw - James is a chainsaw sculptor and does AMAZING work.