Lily Thank You Art

Radio Lily

Some nights when we tuck Lily up in her cot she chunters through the ever growing list of all the words she knows, giving most airtime to the ones she has learnt that day. It sounds like she is repeating them over and over and over, like a little mantra, so as not to forget them.
We sit and listen to her babbling through the monitor until she drifts off to sleep... it makes great radio.

Speedy

My daughter has learnt to run, which means now I'll have to :(

Lily Art

Butter and Honey

Although Lily's oral vocabulary is still quite small I am constantly amazed at her level of understanding, she will carry out quite complicated instructions to the letter such as "Can you go upstairs and fetch Mummy's bag and take out your stripey cat slippers and put them on please and then come back down and make me some tea and toast with lots of butter and honey?"....well, almost.
Usually going upstairs to retrieve things results in some minor deviation along the way such as collecting assorted cuddly toys to accompany her on the journey down or dive-bombing a sleeping cat. Once or twice she has appeared in a completely different outfit to the one she departed in having rummaged in the dressing up box en route.
Lily is still in the 'obedient/aim to please' phase so is particularly handy to have around at the moment; she is great at tidying up, putting stuff in the bin and hanging out the washing. Unfortunately she is equally fantastic at raiding my linen cupboard for towels to wear on her head as she blindly careers round the house bumping in to things.

A Tidy Bedroom

Postscript to Party Girls

Sometimes I daydream about disappearing from it all, whisking my lovely family off to sunnier climes and leaving civilization behind, bivouacking in the outback or joining some hippy-dippy peace camp in the Ukraine. After Wren's party I was all glowey and waxing lyrical about how delightful it is to have friends nearby, better still that our children are all growing up together. It makes me smile when I think about Wren and Martha and Maisie and Harald (and all the others soon to join them) being such an important part of each other's lives and sharing these wonderful childhood memories together.
I would not leave this behind for the world.

Party Girls

Wren and Lily at Wren's 1st birthday party, messing about in drawers. We haven't gone down the whole baby proofing road and now I'm beginning to wish we had...

Vivienne and Pinky Bunny

Next to Tinker and Daddy and hopefully me, Lily's most favourite things ever...
Having been slightly thrown by the whole doll phenomenon I am much relieved that her best loved has turned out to be a punk with pink fishnets.

Round Two

Been lax of late at blogging but nothing to do with an absence of Lily news more to do with me being up the duff again. Round two of feeling exhausted, nauseous and devoid of fun. 10 weeks I think, maybe 11. Hopefully some energy will appear with the arrival of the next trimester.
How different this pregnancy is to the first, no rest for tired little old me when I have an extremely active toddler to chase about the house and no time for the endless navel gazing I took part in first time round.
Never realised vomiting could be a spectator sport but Lily insists on posting a vigil next to the toilet as I heave up my breakfast repeatedly....this is no time to wonder "just what have I done?"