'A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week in 2014.'
After a week full of early morning baking sessions (which involved you surreptitiously having your first taste of chocolate cookie dough), we are spending a few days with Granny and Granddad, and some of your Aunt's and Uncles, in Bournemouth. In a quiet moment this morning, you reveled in the opportunity to reach up for the ornaments on the Christmas tree. You love baubles, and pull down any on the tree that are within your reach. This week you have started to walk so much more - it is incredible to turn around to find you just walking, as if it's the most normal thing in the world for you to do. (I realise that, of course, walking is perfectly normal, but when you only took your first steps a few weeks ago, I still marvel at your new skill.) You had your first taste of a traditional Christmas dinner today in the form of turkey, roast potatoes and pigs in blankets (sausages wrapped in bacon). You mostly chewed everything, spat it back out and tried again. Here's to enjoying many more Christmas dinners together in the years to come.
With all my love,