Tuesday, 22 July 2008


LLT's favourite new trick is climbing up the slide, doesn't really matter how big the slide is or how petrified I am or how hard I try and point her in the direction of the steps and suggest the easier option. Lily is a very determined, adventurous beast and the playground is her new best friend; she likes to run head long into swings and Starksy and Hutch roll off the moving roundabout and she is already particularly fond of the flying fox (I have to accompany her on this, I hasten to add).
I have never realised what a potentially hazardous place a playground can be but I am desperately fighting my desire to pad the girl up in bubble wrap and stick her in a cupboard until she is 45; so I swallow my angst and force myself to take her and then congratulate myself on letting the blue touch paper ignite and managing to stand well back.

My Baby Rocks

Friday, 4 July 2008

13 Months

Lily walked today, not just a few tentative steps as before but full blown traversing the room and prancing about like a pro.
It has been a long time coming and really it was down to the patience of Dave who took time to give her the encouragement and audience that she needed.

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

On Holiday

The Magic Finger

The Finger Pointing has now reached critical mass.
Nothing is safe, everything presents itself as a finger pointing opportunity although some specific things will always guarantee a reaction, namely dogs, cats, daises and buses.
Sometimes there is just a whole heap of random finger pointing going down, quick fire, where I have to second guess which object she is referring to and where abouts it might be located and try to guess what it is correctly before she is on to the next.
Lily's finger pointing is not always that accurate, I have come to realise that accuracy is not what matters; in fact most of the time I don't think she really cares too much about the actual naming of the item, she just likes to point.
Some mornings I have noticed that she wakes up on the qui vive (like a cowboy about to unholster his gun), with her little fingers already poised in the pointing position awaiting their opportunity to alert us to something terribly interesting, or not as the case may be.