Snot

Oh Lordy, Lilykins has a cold. Snot everywhere. A rattly Darth Vader-like cough and really very grumpy. Low-level whiny and clingy. A difficult patient, just like her Mother I am afraid.
We had to come back from our Easter break early which is a great shame as it was so much fun. Lily touched her first snow and ate her first chocolate. We cooked good food and painted and chatted and made pots and drank beer and built snow bunnies and hunted Easter eggs and decorated our Easter tree. I almost felt human again by 'getting krafty'...even though I just pottered, modelling whimsical decorations from clay.
Done me and my soul some good I reckon.

Lily Loves (II)...

Lily's new book of the month, well actually it has been book of several months. At 'night-nights' story time we sometimes have to read it twice and stare endlessly at our own reflections in the extremely unflattering plastic mirror on the very last page.

Lily Loves...

There are some toys you would be in a right old pickle if you forgot to cart them about with you. I hyperventilate if I think we have mislaid knitted carrot. Knitted carrot has saved the day on too many occasions to mention.

Swing High

There are so many 'firsts', too many to record but this is one of my favourites.

10

Lily is 10 months and it's such a delightful age. Apart from being extremely cute she is just a joy to be around; as long as sleep has been had and food has been imbibed and she is not snotting all over the place she is usually very pleasant company indeed.
My Baby is a proper little person now with particular likes and dislikes, her own set of peculiar mannerisms, foibles and eccentricities, a sense of fun and wonderment; humorous, playful and endlessly curious, full of grace and spirit and charisma.
Even if I do say so myself.
All in 10 months. All this wonderful, amazing, incredible sense of self and forming of character has all happened in 34 weeks. Along side learning to hold her head up, roll over, sit up, crawl, stand, cruise around furniture, feed herself, shout very loudly, waggle her legs, pick up very small objects indeed, drink from a cup, kiss, blow raspberries, babble, shake stuff, lick cats, wave, rub noses and occasionally say Dad-Da.

Miaow

Signs of Lily believing she is of the feline persuasion are becoming more pronounced; aside from her penchant for partaking in Tinker's breakfast (yesterday she was half way through a bowl of Felix before I managed to remove it), her fur fetish, her desperation to escape through the cat flap and her adoration of Tinker. I would like to present Exhibit A as further proof, a video of LLLT transporting her toys around the house in a blatant cat-like manner. She has taken to carrying around her prized possessions in her mouth and depositing them in corners as if she were happily relocating her kindle of kittens to a safer resting place.

Mothering Sunday

My first Mothering Sunday, we ate egg butties and then drove out to The Deep. Hull is not a very nice place; the aquarium however, was great. Lily did some leg waggling extraordinaire, especially at the sight of the long horn cow fish but was seemingly non-plussed by the sharks and enormous tuna swimming round in a perpetual vortex. I had haddock for lunch just to show my appreciation. Lily bought me a lovely card, some very nice flowers and a bottle of excellent champagne, the girl is showing remarkably good taste at a very early age indeed.
So far in the proceedings it's a big thumbs up for Mother's day.
I like it.
Infact I like it a lot.