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I’ve taken so many photos of Riley that I only have room for the last three months on my hard drive at any given time – the rest are on an external drive. So when I was looking at baby photos recently, I was taken aback by how different she is. Not a baby, not an infant . . . a little girl. When did that happen?
I’ve called her beautiful, every day since she was born, like it was her name. So much so, that at times I worried that she would never even know her own name. She was a late talker. It was really only when she was about 20 months that she started to talk. You wouldn’t know it now – she’s a chatterbox and a loud chatterbox at that.
The last week she’s been saying her name alot “Iley” is her version of Riley. And she’s starting to show an interest in sitting on the potty – not doing anything, but sitting on their with her nappy off – playing with the toilet paper. She can put on her own boots. And her favourite thing is to ‘do the dishes’, which inevitably reslults in multiple clothes changes throughout the day.
But still, my most cherished moments are the quiet ones. Aside from the excitement of all the new things that she is doing, it’s the peaceful moments that we have together that are the most special.
A little less than a month ago when I found out I was once again, not pregnant – she stroked my cheeks and said “mummy sad” and cuddled with me on the couch for the rest of the afternoon. Which was both wonderful and awful all at the same time. And today when she was having dinner, she decided that she didn’t want to have dinner in her chair unless I was sitting next to her, ‘sit! sit!’. But then that wasn’t quite enough and she decided she wanted to eat dinner on the couch, sitting next to me. And even that wasn’t enough. So she clambered up on my lap and decided that she wasn’t really hungry after all. And she sat there with me for awhile, tilting her head back to look at my face, reaching up to touch my cheeks, ‘mummy, mummy’.
It’s those kind of moments, where I try to memorise everything all at once, so in the future not even the smell of her hair and breath will fade with time.
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