So we all know I’m a little prone to taking photos of my daughter, and quite frankly, who can blame me?! But recently I have been thinking it would be nice to start some sort of tradition to our picture taking that I can look back on and remember the stages of her life and what was happening at the time. Day to day life goes by in such a blur that I don’t want to forget the little things that make her who she is at any given time. I take phone photos of her every day but I wanted something more substantial, something more dedicated to her and what she is up to right now. Just knowing how crazy and wonderful my life has become with her in it, photographing her every six months seems like something I might be able to achieve and also give a good amount of time for comparison, so here is our very first ‘Day in the life of…’ and all those things I would just hate to forget.
I want to remember forever that she greets me every morning with the bluest eyes and the brightest smile. That now she has found her feet she never wants to let them go. That I still nurse her each morning and that following that she loves some time in the big bed. I don’t want to forget how she loves to have her hair dried with the hair dryer at the same time as mine and I haven’t done it alone since she was born. I don’t ever want to forget that she loves marmite on toast and that it is teaching her to improve her hand to mouth coordination. That even if it doesn’t have marmite on it, it will eventually end up in her mouth anyway. I want to remember that she has a prominent bald patch on the back of her head and has taken to showing it to me whilst I’m feeding her. That breakfast seems to be her favourite meal of the day but that lunch is also pretty popular. I want to remember that I am jealous of her effortless style despite the fact that I choose her clothes and that most days she looks like a boy but that’s OK too cause she dresses like her momma. I want to remember that her favourite toy is a crazy blue Mexican maraca that makes highly irritating noises but will stop her crying almost instantly. I don’t want to forget that she is just starting to sit up on her own but doesn’t quite have her balance right and when she loses it, she often cries! I want to remember that milk calms her and sends her in to a deep drunken sleep and that despite the fact that they are not yet friends, the cat always comes out to play with her toys when she is quiet. I need to remember that she has the best ever swim suit available to man but that she didn’t always take to swimming like a duck to water. I never want to forget that she really does smile more often than not and not just for me. I must remember how delightful peanut butter makes her face and that it can probably be used as a bribery tool in years to come. It is instantly obvious that being outside is her favourite thing on earth and that everything around her keeps her entertained, especially the wind, which at it’s strongest causes her to stick out her tongue to taste the air like a dog with it’s head out of a car window. Let it be remembered that she has started smacking her lips like an old lady without her dentures in and that every time she does it, it makes me laugh. At the early stages of weaning I would like to remember how she reaches for everything I eat and that I would not be surprised if she face planted a hot chocolate given half a chance. She pulls some truly awesome faces and when she falls asleep she looks so beautiful I could cry. She loves her hands, my hands, singing, faces and most of all she loves her daddy, even though she tries to eat his nose at any given opportunity. She also loves looking over his shoulder and seeing you follow. She is fascinated by trees, happy in swings, wants to eat flowers and gets showered in kisses at least 500 times a day. She has the most edible thighs with creases on her creases and is trying her best to crawl but most of all she just loves rolling around naked on the floor. She couldn’t live without books, her donkey and the odd look at her own face in the mirror and by the time bath time comes around she is chilled and ready to be wrapped up and taken to bed. I also want to remember that she had her first day at nursery this week and that we both survived to tell the tale.
Here is her day at six months and life is pretty damn amazing because of her. I can’t imagine how different her next six months is going to be…but if she’s already trying to sit up on the slide then we might just have our hands full.