So just what has little Potatoe Head been up too?
Well have so much to tell you, yet at the same time… it’s really not much at all.
I just feel like I should post because its been soooo long and the festive season is kicking off and I’m all amped up about it so I thought I’d let out some creative energy by writing.
I love this time of year. I know it can be a sad and lonely time for some but I just love getting all up and around it. Gimme all the decorations, all the gingerbread, all the carols, all the screaming kids and all the twinkling lights. Gimme the expensive wrapping paper that make my presents look like they’re wrapped in art work. Gimme the KK’s, the secret santas and gimme that stupid, scary looking elf on the shelf.
So it’s been over 3 months since my last post. I know this because it’s the last time I had my hair done and I’ve just booked in for it to be done next week, which means its been like over 12 weeks. Needless to say my hair is looking a frightful mess. This time I have sworn to myself to get a mum appropriate hair do that I can maintain and up keep. No more bleach.
Everyday on my travels, I’ll stumble across something funny or horrendous that happens as a Mum and I say to myself, “I must write that in my next blog post”. But then of course in true Mum style, I forget and here we are 3 months later, still not clear on what I’m about to write.
I’ll start with…
Today our little birdie is officially 18 months old. (That’s 1 and half years old to people who don’t have babies) Before Luca came along I never understood the whole “My baby is 14 months old thing. Why didn’t people just say “She’s a year and a bit.” But of course I totes get this now. Development happens so quickly in little ones with each month bringing new leaps and bounds in growth and abilities.
Like this week for example. Luca has been pulling away from me a bit lately and my heart is a little wounded from that. She’s a toddler now. She doesn’t need me as much… or so she thinks. And when Lach holds her and cuddles her I swear she’s looking at me as if to say ‘Har har! Look at me having so much fun with Dadda and not you.’
I’m not imagining this. She actually pushes my face away when I try to get in on the action. I’m wounded. Little minx!
We’ve only just stopped breastfeeding too. Because , well, she’s a big girl now and doesn’t need it. She just took a suck one night and then spat it in my face, yelled “No’ and rolled off the bed. And that was it. After I wiped my own milk juice from my face, I went into shock. I felt like she’d just slapped me in the face and I also felt that sad emotion sweep over me knowing that my little baby isn’t a baby anymore. Where has she gone? One minute she was a tiny doll, and then ‘BOOM’…a face slapper!
So she’s a year and a half old and already so tall. She looks like she could be 3. Everyone tells me she’s going to be a basketball player. I don’t even like basket ball. I hope they’re all wrong.
I do know that she will be that lanky prep kid that looms a foot taller than all the other cute, little preps when she starts school. No doubt she will be in the back row for all her school photos. (I always wanted to be in the back row)
But I am totally and utterly in love with her. Like completely in love with her. Everything she does and says has my undivided attention. I eye google her like I eye googled my husband back when I first met him. I’m so in love. Sickly in love. Her little face, her soft skin, her warm, vinegary breath.
Everything about her at the moment has me all gooey. I sniff her every chance I can get. I literally chase her all over the house and tackle her to the ground just to get a good sniff. Her smell makes my eyes roll back in my head. It’s that good.
My voice now vibrates at a decibel higher because I talk with such excitement and enthusiasm to her. Like I’m an actor on playschool or something. I say the silliest stuff and do the stupidest of things. Over and over and over again just to hear her giggle. I do it so much that she gets over me and doesn’t find me funny anymore. I get a little heartbreak every time she does this too. Like another slap in the face.
She really is breaking my heart these days but I’m so in love with her that… (oh my gosh, I’m actually going to say this)… I’m clucky!
There it is.
I said it.
Wow!
A year and half ago when I was deep in the newborn storm, I was like
“Oh my lordy. How. On. Earth. Do. People. Have. More. Than. 1?”
“This is insane”.
“My parents were crazy.”
“Everyones crazy.”
“No way!”
“Never, never, never could I do this again”, I thought.
But now look at me. I’m saying it.
I could go round 2. (Not until I’ve been on my yoga retreat in Bali next May though of course)
It’s like she has me in a love trance. She has me so wrapped up in her at the moment. I don’t want her to grow up any more so my stupid brain starts thinking the answer is to have another one so I can preserve this feeling a little longer. What mind games she’s playing with me. Clever little genius.
We’re at that perfect age now, where she’s all chatty but can’t talk properly yet (so we cant argue). She’s eager to help out around the house by helping throw the washing around, weeding the flowers from the garden and taking the rubbish out to be strewn around the yard.
She lets me know when she’s finished eating by throwing it on the floor. Pure genius.
I wish I could do that too.
Just imagine…taking that last mouth full, throwing down your cutlery in utter contentment and violently swiping your plate onto the floor in a swift yet spectacular motion and yelling ‘Done’.
Everything she says and does is pure genius.
Like when she lets me know she’s been to the toilet by whispering ‘pooh-pooh’. I tell her how clever she is. (I wonder when that will stop? When does a parent stop thinking it genius and being proud of pooh-pooh moments?)
When will I stop being so surprised with everything she says. I’m guessing when she learns the word and concept of “Why?” Why, why why.
But seriously, she’s making life so good at the moment. And with Summer Solstice about begin and Mariah Careys Christmas album on repeat, there’s so much good juju around.
My house smells like a gingerbread house with all my oils being diffused, there’s presents to wrapped, baking to be done, festivities to be planned, glasses to be toasted, treats to be eaten, laughs to be had, BBQ’s to be burnt, beaches to be baking on.
So, so much good stuff going on.
If someone isn’t wearing a smile…lend them yours and let’s all be merry. Ho, ho, ho!
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