So I’m already a month behind in the personal photographic portrait project I set myself of documenting a day in the life of my daughter every six months. I did actually take the photos, I just haven’t had a chance to blog them yet! Unfortunately work and a sucky broadband connection got in the way, something I don’t doubt will happen again as I continue trying to find the balance between motherhood and business.
After reminding myself of what the little lady in question was like at six months, I can tell you that not a great deal has changed whilst at the same time, everything is different. She still loves marmite, and breakfast, and food in general. She is still aware of her feet but now she stands on them and despite not taking any steps yet she is getting more and more confident which makes me worry more than I thought it would. Her expressions go from strength to strength and despite one of her favourites being a frown, she is rarely grumpy. Being mistaken for a boy has recently worked in her favour as she is currently playing the role of ‘Freddie’ in a local movie and because of that she has already had her photo taken with more famous people than I ever will. She still loves books and it turns out she can say “book” too, causing us to mark it as one of her very first words. The cat still won’t really tolerate her for long but her excitement grows each and every time she sees him. What’s new and what should be remembered is that she gives us kisses, lots and lots of kisses. At first it was only to objects (toys, books, our phones etc) and not to us but now she isn’t fussy and will give them out to everyone. Lest we forget that she has a fake laugh, a fake cough and a fake cry and uses them all to complete perfection. I am sure I won’t need reminding that she hates socks, shoes, hats and gloves so winter is one long mission of elaborate distraction just to keep her warm. Strangely she loves when you drop things on the floor so hysterics ensue after mommy messes up and lets something slip, making it much more enjoyable than it should be. I want to remember that the stress of her first birthday party was entirely worth it just for the love of a balloon and the weeks that followed when she played with it every day. Perhaps though, we could forget that her tolerance is waning slightly in that when she wakes up she just WANTS HER MILK and getting out of the bath is not high on her list of priorities… Emptying every draw, box and shelf in the house though, definitely is. Again and again and again and again. We wonder how long her obsession with bottles will continue, beer, wine, juice, milk, toiletries and especially miniature spirit bottles which she loves the most because they fit perfectly in her hands and her mouth! I don’t ever want to forget how sociable and chatty she is, enjoying the market and a simple walk down the high street more than being plonked in front of the tv. On the occasions we do put it on to get something done, more often than not she would much rather come and find you to see what you’re up to. Despite being in to everything I always want to remember that she has the ability to chill out and loves a slouch on the couch or a quick cuddle before heading off again. Hopefully she will remember that head butting the radiator really hurts but that you can always be distracted by a good book. Let it be noted that her eyes have stayed blue and they’re beautiful and that her thighs have stayed chunky and are edible. I’m trying not to get too obsessed by gathering photos and love nothing more than a day where I just watch her grow and discover through my own eyes. Also, getting photos is hard when she moves around so much so the 18 month entry should be interesting to say the least.
To end, let it be known that she is happy. Still smiling more often than not she is happy at home, happy at nursery, happy in company and happy on her own. She wins people over easily and should anyone ask, she makes her dad and I happier than we ever imagined she could, even if the house is a mess…always. She really does rock.
Here you are Elsie at one year old…