Hello poppet,
Firstly - apologies for the goofy photo! You were chatting away and it made me laugh!
Firstly - apologies for the goofy photo! You were chatting away and it made me laugh!
Another week down. You turned 11 months old on 12th May, and I
realised, very quickly, how fast you have grown up. I say it every week – and maybe
these letters have become repetitive in a way – but it’s almost a year and even
writing this makes the hairs on my arms stand on end. We have almost come full
circle now.
I remember the day you turned one day old, and the day you turned one week old, and I would hold you and wait for the clock to turn 12:22pm and I would smile and my eyes would fill with happy tears. Soon I’ll be able to look back a whole year and this time, I’ll be looking at a cheeky, smiley little boy who is looking up at me as a he stands, chewing, most likely, on a stuffed crocodile.
How did this happen?
I remember the day you turned one day old, and the day you turned one week old, and I would hold you and wait for the clock to turn 12:22pm and I would smile and my eyes would fill with happy tears. Soon I’ll be able to look back a whole year and this time, I’ll be looking at a cheeky, smiley little boy who is looking up at me as a he stands, chewing, most likely, on a stuffed crocodile.
How did this happen?
I’m sure you would rather know about how you were doing at
eleven months, or 48 weeks old, instead of reading your old mum’s soppy
thoughts. So I’ll tell you.
You are fully capable of standing on your own, as well as walking, but you are a smart cookie and you don’t fancy taking a step back (excuse the pun) in terms of speed, as you are well aware that walking will take you longer to get from A to B. So you go for it and then you see the thought process flit across your face and you frown and seem to shrug and go “nah” and you get on your knees and crawl instead. And boy can you crawl – I’ve never seen a baby move so fast. And you like to be chased too – you look over your shoulder and cackle and crawl away as fast as you can. You can hear your excited breathing as we watch your bottom scoot off into the kitchen. It’s adorable.
You are also very chatty and I can tell you are trying to form words all the time. You are saying: mama, dada, gruyere (which is Granny we think), yes, yum, hiya and dog. You also bark. I can’t believe that I have just written that but yes, if Max barks, or Milo and Juno, we get a: “wurf” from you.
You have proper hair now – you are still so fair, which makes me smile as sometimes you don’t look like our son at all in your complexion. But your Daddy and I were blondies too for a time, believe it or not. I love your hair, I love stroking down your fluffy bed head and it makes you look much more boy-like.
You are fully capable of standing on your own, as well as walking, but you are a smart cookie and you don’t fancy taking a step back (excuse the pun) in terms of speed, as you are well aware that walking will take you longer to get from A to B. So you go for it and then you see the thought process flit across your face and you frown and seem to shrug and go “nah” and you get on your knees and crawl instead. And boy can you crawl – I’ve never seen a baby move so fast. And you like to be chased too – you look over your shoulder and cackle and crawl away as fast as you can. You can hear your excited breathing as we watch your bottom scoot off into the kitchen. It’s adorable.
You are also very chatty and I can tell you are trying to form words all the time. You are saying: mama, dada, gruyere (which is Granny we think), yes, yum, hiya and dog. You also bark. I can’t believe that I have just written that but yes, if Max barks, or Milo and Juno, we get a: “wurf” from you.
You have proper hair now – you are still so fair, which makes me smile as sometimes you don’t look like our son at all in your complexion. But your Daddy and I were blondies too for a time, believe it or not. I love your hair, I love stroking down your fluffy bed head and it makes you look much more boy-like.
You have also developed a little stranger anxiety recently,
and a full knowledge of what it feels like to be left. There are times, at the
moment, when only I will do. Which is both lovely and hard, because I cherish
your affection, but it can be difficult to get anything done, and difficult for
your dad too, when you squirm away from him. Hopefully it will end soon – as this
isn’t like you!
I’m honestly looking forward to being the mother of a
toddler and a little boy – I can’t wait to have conversations with you. And
laugh together. But for now, I’m quite content to be needed by little baby.
I love you.
Mama xxx
I love you.
Mama xxx









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