Let me tell you a bit about yourself. You're currently just over 19 months old. You are walking confidently, if a little wobbly at times perhaps because you're always running. You are chattering confidently too; I get a lot of what you're saying, but not sure anyone else does. You do however have a good number of very clear words; I made a list recently and since then we can probably add another 20 or so including tea, toast, pear, book, chicken (pronounced chick-chick-chick-chicken) and water. You recognise tons of animals and their corresponding noises. You can sit by yourself quite happily reading and chatting, for a good half hour before demanding attention. You like sitting in chairs. You like climbing. You have had a cough for about 5 weeks, but have not been moany about it, though I am going to take you to doctor tomorrow just to check it out. You sleep soundly. You wake happy. You are down to one nap a day on the whole. You love songs, music and singing, everything from kiddy stuff to Radiohead and classical via Led Zeppelin, Blondie, Bowie and more. Really truly you love it all, it all gets you rocking and dancing. You have a little lisp. You have nearly all your teeth, just a few big molars to come through. You can point to your tummy, head, eyes, nose, mouth, teeth, feet and toes, and you like to point to the eyes of your soft toys. You are very adaptable; if we vary your routine, you don't lose the plot, so we can go out with you of an evening and you fall asleep in the buggy – we come home and transfer you to bed, no traumas, you go pretty much straight back to sleep. People who don't *know* say that you look totally like me. And those who do know say the same. You love eating fruit especially tangerines + oranges, pears, plums and grapes. You are now mastering the art of eating by yourself; I do have to turn away from the mess, but it's getting better, depending on your mood. You like drinking from your tumbler that has the crazy straw attached. You eat almost anything and have eaten pickled herring, raw onion (which gave you v stinky breath), olives, saurkraut and, god help me, haggis. You don't seem bothered by sweet stuff. You are very vocal about your wants, currently this involves ah-ah-ahing and a waving left arm. I follow the arm to see where it's going and can usually work out what you want. I am trying to encourage you to use your words instead of the ah-ah-ah and the arm. You have killer eyelashes that people want to measure and your eyes are the first thing they notice. I suspect that you and I will clash in later years as we both have strong personalities, but I hope I can tame myself and do the right thing. Last but not least, I think you are the most gorgeous, funny and clever little thing that I have ever met, and I've met a few.
This is you the very first day we met you. I was so overwhelmed I don't think I managed to hold you much, but kept just staring at you in disbelief that such a brilliant and lovely little thing was to be my daughter. It was the culmination of a very long journey. Then suddenly there you were in the flesh and people were saying "there's mummy" and I would look round before of course realising they meant me.
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