Eliana this is you at 21 and 22 (and a bit) months:
Again, I could write for days about the way your language is developing because every day you astound me with new words and phrases which will soon become an entirely unremarkable part of your everyday life (unless you become a literary genius, of course) so for now I’ll just include my favourites: ‘Back in a minute’, ‘Boring’ (out of context, entirely my fault that it’s entered your vocabulary at all), ‘Did it!’, ‘Thank you’ and ‘Vavoo’ (translation: Love you).
Eliana a quick round up of your month, because I’m late and you’ve already tipped over into your 21st month, with that two year marker, the one when we start talking in years rather than months, looming on the horizon. It’s been a bumper month but I’m keeping it brief* because your eager development has me chasing my tail and there is never, ever (ever) any time to spare.
I could write solely about how, in these past few weeks, you have gone from saying a few words to being about to talk.
You have claimed a set of keys for yourself. They have a purple key fob and they are so important that ‘purple key’ was your first two-word phrase. We (Papa) mindlessly returned them to the friend whose house they unlocked only to have to retrieve them a day later as you refused to leave home without them. With key in hand you lead me to the park, pointing the way because it is a path well trodden by our daily journey.
Your words are coming thick and fast although to the untrained ear they are still a secret language that only we understand. Apart from happy, which you pronounce ‘appy’ like the French, and which you shout with gleeful abandonment. You’ve also decided daddy is Papa so we’ve taken your cues and rolled with the continental rebrand. You’ve inherited his photic sneeze reflex and when we go out as a family your sneezes synchronise as soon as we step into the sunshine and we laugh about the predictability of it, every time. From me you’ve inherited
When I was pregnant I wrote a post about my favourite pregnant instagrammers. Well, call me original, but I’ve now become a fan of the Instamum, that being the official superhero-sounding name for the popular mothers using Instagram these days which is appropriate really because they’re powerful, influential and they’re rife.
I was trying to work out the other day why I feel such brand loyalty towards Mamas and Papas. Yes, it’s just a shop but don’t people feel like that towards John Lewis and M&S? It’s not difficult to see how they manage it. Those stalwarts of the British high street have us eating out of their hands with emotionally-charged, cockle-warming and mouthwatering advertising campaigns that, quite flagrantly puppeteer us into doing exactly as they command – spending lots of money on stuffed penguins and ready-made chocolate fondant – all the while coercing us into believing that they’re there for us. Come to think of it, by baby bedtime at 7.30pm on a Friday night, M&S with your Dine in for Two, you really are there for us.
I haven’t written much about my experience as a breastfeeding mum which is a nonsense really, given that it has pretty much informed every aspect of how I parent but now that it’s so embedded in my day to day life it’s hard to know where to begin.
I have numerous half-started posts in my blog drafts box about breastfeeding-related highs and lows which seem redundant now because with every change my baby makes, there seems to be a change in the way I feed and my attitude towards breastfeeding.
We’ve just taken delivery of a rather large parcel containing what I would like to think of as a piece of artwork. An investment or an heirloom, perhaps. Oh, who am I kidding? As if I couldn’t get enough of her when she’s tethered to me 24/7, I’ve basically now gone and blown quite a lot of money on a large photo of my baby’s already quite sizeable head so that when you walk into our living room on any given weekday morning you’ll get a double baby whammy – the one climbing the walls and the other adorning the walls.
I’m a bit late to the party on this one, having had several people recommend it to me, but for those of you who are perhaps still in the dark or are new to parenting or have a sprog on the way, I would advise you download The Wonder Weeks app. It’s a condensed version of The Wonder Weeks book which is perhaps also worth buying for a more comprehensive overview of the WW concept but bitesize suits my attention span right now so app it is.
So where was I? Ah yes, blogging. Well, another month has gone by in the blink of a sleep-deprived eye and the tumbleweed has started collecting on the Model Mother site. Let’s blame Mercury being in retrograde rather than the baby – no, it’s definitely not been the 8 month sleep regression, the onset of separation anxiety, the fact she’s now on the move and has sprouted numerous teeth in recent weeks that has stopped me in my tracks, it must be planetary alignment.