Hello beautiful girl.
You are 23 months old! In just one month, you are going to be a two year old. I can’t even begin to tell you how that fact flabbergasts me.
We’ve spent the last month in South Africa, and you’ve just blossomed. Aunty Deshaine saw you four weeks ago, and this week again and she can’t believe how much you’ve changed in just that time. You have new words, many of them, and your comprehension is phenomenal. You know what things mean – like if I say we’ll see aunty Desh on Monday, and you see her, you will ‘remind’ me, that it’s Monday and there’s aunty Desh. It’s amazing. You amaze me.
I guess being here, being played with, being in the sun, active and involved with the world around you has made a big impact, since you have been so much better at sleeping this month. You normally go down for a nap in the day, and at night there’s no fight about sleeping. It’s been wonderful. Refreshing, and wonderful.
You cope amazingly well with being on the move constantly and seem entirely unfazed by the fact that we’ve slept in different places two to five times a week for the past month. You hardly even seem to notice.
You’ve spent a bit of time with Granny and Ouma, and you know who each of them is, and you gave them both such lovely cuddles when we left Cape Town, I was so pleased. It was wonderful.
You’ve missed your Daddy this month. You often talk about Daddy being in England, or Daddy working. It makes me sad, but I’m glad you remember him. I know he will be too.
You’re still nursing, but much less than you used to – although night time is still your favourite time to breastfeed. I’m hoping you’ll reduce more and I’m sort of hoping that when the baby comes, you’ll decide it’s for babies, but either way – we’ll see how it goes.
I’ve been wondering how you’ll cope with a new brother or sister. I think you’re going to have a bit of difficulty sharing and getting used to it, but I’m hoping, you know? Hoping that it’ll be okay. I’m a peaceful person. The thought of a house full of fighting terrifies me, so I’m hoping, or kind of praying, that you and Squidgy will have a good relationship. I’m hoping I can do this one ‘right’.
Well, that’s me, Darling. You’re my beautiful girl, and I’m so incredibly proud of you. Incredibly.
Lots of love
Mommy
