Sunday, 27 March 2016

The 52 Project: 13/52

'A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week in 2016.'

Dear Ruby, 
You've been asking for a lot of cuddles lately, and reverted back to calling me Mama. I can't help wondering if this is all part of you anticipating the change that will be happening soon when your baby brother arrives. Last weekend when you were poorly and fell asleep on me, I looked down at you sleeping peacefully, stretched along the length of my tummy and legs, and had a wave of nostalgia and slight sadness that you are no longer my baby. Every now and then, I'll have these moments of looking at you and marvelling at how much you have changed and grown in the 28 months since you were born. It's completely incredible to watch you learn and grow, and while I would never wish for you to stop growing, there is something ever so slightly bittersweet about how time marches on, and we have to leave the beautiful season of babyhood behind us. 
You come out with some wonderful phrases, and I wanted to write them down, as the way you speak is constantly changing, and I don't want to forget these things. Here are some new phrases from this week:
'I love my Mama.'
'I've got so much energy, Mama!'
'Dance with me, Mummy!'
'Snuggle sofa...I get blanket...all cozy.'
'Be pushed in!' You shout this multiple times a day, every time you climb up onto your chair at the table, and need to be pushed in.

All my love,
Mummy xxx

The 52 Project: 12/52

'A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week in 2016.'

Dear Ruby, 
This week has been characterised by illness - I started the week with an awful cold that pushed me into survival mode, where getting through each day and keeping us both alive was just about all I could manage. By the end of the week, you had caught my cold and on Sunday morning, you fell asleep on me at 9.30am, then dozed in and out of consciousness for the next two hours. Daddy and I had chosen this day to leave you with Granny and Grandad and go away for the night without you. It felt like such awful timing to be leaving you, but luckily, you have a very loving Granny who was willing to share a bed with you to help you sleep, and sleep you did, which is completely remarkable. Thank you for that. By Monday, you were feeling a little brighter and had the energy to enjoy throwing stones in the sea before we came back home to Bristol.
All my love,
Mummy xxx

Friday, 18 March 2016

pregnancy at 32 weeks


+ Having lots of Braxton Hicks in the evenings. I didn't have these with Ruby, so that is one thing that has been different about this pregnancy compared to Ruby's.+ Feeling my skin stretching & wondering how on earth my body will accommodate another 8 weeks of growth. + Feeling full all the time. + Starting to find walking 10k steps a day to be too much for my back to cope with. + Thinking about bulk ordering newborn nappies & baby wipes for early weeks. + Wondering if this baby might just come before 40 weeks. + Praying for a name. + Feeling him hiccup - just on four occasions this last week but definitely a new development. + Wondering if he'll be dark haired like I was as a baby. 
+ Talking most days with Ruby about her baby brother - she is most interested in the fact that he will have my milk. 

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This post is now a few weeks out of date - I originally wrote it in the 'Notes' section of my phone, knowing that time is quickly marching forward and I wanted to record the little details like feeling the baby hiccup for the first time (it's now a daily occurrence). But I thought I'd share it anyway for any of you who might be interested, and to break up the 52 Portrait posts! 

Thursday, 17 March 2016

The 52 Project: 11/52

'A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week in 2016.'

Dear Ruby,
I love this picture of you. You're standing directly under the stream of water, so content to have water flowing over your face. You've been swimming every week since you were six months old, and I think this has a lot to do with how comfortable you are with having water running into your eyes. For a long time now, you have preferred showers to baths, and I want to remember this. 
I took this photo in the middle of the afternoon, right after you had woken up from your nap, having been sick. We don't know what made you sick, but it didn't affect your mood at all. You were happily singing in the shower, 'up, down, up, down, turn it all around, hands in the air and shout, 'hooray!'', which is a song you learnt from Wren, and love to sing to your baby in the bath.
We enjoyed a visit from Nanny and Grandad this weekend, and they were very generous with their time, taking you on trips to the park, walks around the block, reading stories with you, and collecting sticks for you to throw into the river at Snuff Mills. Here's to enjoying life's simple pleasures with family.
All my love,
Mummy xxx 

Monday, 7 March 2016

The 52 Project: 10/52

'A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week in 2016.'

Dear Ruby,
This week's portrait had to be another photo from our trips to the beach during our week in Southbourne. We went to the beach most days at about 4pm during the wonderful golden hour, when the sun shone beautifully while you and Wren happily threw stones into the waves until it was time to go home for dinner. I loved watching the way you were so focused while waiting for the perfect moment to throw the stones you had selected. If a stone didn't quite reach the waves, you'd say, 'Nearly!' then wait for another wave to come before launching another stone to the frothy sea. There was one day when there was a huge amount of sea foam all over the beach, and you commented, 'Just like frothy milk!' I love the way you see things.
I know that this photo is far from perfect in that it is over exposed, but I still love it - I love the way it captures your golden, windswept hair, and the contrast of dark and light between the colour of the groynes and the brightness of sea and sky. I grew up by the sea, and I love that you get to enjoy a taste of the seaside each time we visit your grandparents. Here's to many more hours of throwing stones to the sea and shaking sand from our boots together.
All my love,
Mummy xxx