Emily is a very alert, inquisitive baby. She has been really, since she was a few weeks old. She wants to know what’s going on at all times and will stop at nothing to make sure she’s right in the middle of everything, whatever it is, whenever. In September my mum came down for the weekend for Sam’s 40th and we experienced a few problems trying to get Emily in her pram. Any parent will back me here when I say it’s sure is an experience when your child decides to go poker straight, their whole body strengthened out like a plank, as you try hopelessly to get your child to bend their legs so you can get them into their pram. Nine times out of ten that will come with screaming crying tantrums and when you’re surrounded by a lot of people who’ll think either your child is a brat or you can’t control your kids.
Gone are the days of her wanting to face mummy, she’s now at that stage where she wants to face the world, be at the forefront of everything and as much as I think it’s great, it’s also scary how quickly Emily is growing up. I was chatting to my friend the other day, laughing about old memories, talking about making new ones and saying how this time last year, I was huffing and puffing moaning that I couldn’t do being pregnant anymore, and now, now Emily is 11 months old and in just a matter of weeks, less than 2 in fact, Emily will be 1 years old. A whole round solid one. Fuck me it’s gone quick.
I know I wrote a similar post only a few weeks ago, but I still can’t quite believe where this time has gone. I’ll shut up about it soon. Well, probably not, but still, wow-we! I’m going to have a 1 year old soon!