IMG_8433So this officially happened today. My teensy weensy little peanut turned one. Cliché cliché cliché when did she get so big where did the time go etc etc etc but really honestly you guys, WHEN DID SHE GET SO BIG? And where did the time go??

At 6.56am a year ago, my little eskimo appeared. And so exactly right now a year ago, I was sitting in my hospital room, soaking in the overwhelming joy and doing my best to commit every single cuddle, every little touch, to memory. This, I found, was the best part about having my second child. With Sam, the first few hours days weeks months were all a blur because quite simply, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. As they say, hindsight is 20/20, and I always wished I had the clarity to enjoy my first few moments with Sam. Luckily with kids, you get a second chance (not so lucky with lots of other things in life that you screw up and can’t re-do again).
IMG_7763Sofi has given me the opportunity to enjoy being a mum, to really take note of how awesome it felt to just hold her and sniff her and how special it was to feed her, even in the middle of the night. After the blur that was Sam, and knowing we aren’t having any more babies, she really made me stop and take stock, and appreciate every single moment.

Not that it was hard to enjoy being a mum with Sofi. She’s been an angel from day one. Sleeping well literally since she was two days old (waking up at most twice a night for quick feeds, and straight back to sleep), a natural self settler, an independent player, a quick feeder (and an avid real-food eater), an all round happy baby. As an infant she’s just THE BOMB.
IMG_8219Now that she’s branching into toddlerhood, we can see her growing and changing almost every day. She’s very curious and extremely adventurous (read: climbs on tables, chairs, couches, bikes, stairs, prams, everything). She wants in on whatever it is you’re doing / touching / eating (read: poor Sam). And it’s her way or the highway (read: screams like a banshee when it’s not her way).

Our bomb infant is becoming a scary-as-fuck toddler.
IMG_8320The force is strong with this one, and by “force” I mean attitude. Look, the apple doesn’t really fall far from the tree and really, she’s a mini me. But it’s different when it’s me who has to deal with me, right? And honestly, it’s refreshing to see such a strong personality, a little person with so much courage and a fabulous whatever-I’ll-just-dust-myself-off-and-barge-on-ahead attitude because Sam’s the complete opposite, my sweet, sensitive boy.

I’m not worried about Sofi, not in the playground, not in life. She can already handle herself and when all else fails, her banshee scream can clear an area 20m in diameter around her, so really, she’s fine.

And if that fails, she can always turn on the charm because her cuteness levels are Through The Roof. IMG_8415

Happy first birthday to my peanut. Mummy loves you so so so so much. Don’t grow up too fast x

ps. If you’re interested, here are some old posts about Sofi: one month, three months, six months, nine months.

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