a few more months of marlow

Seven months brought us:

• wrinkly nose face.

• three tootsie pegs.

• holding our hands and walking.

• that smile you give us when you haven’t seen us in a while, and we suddenly re-appear.

With eight months you were:

• pulling yourself to stand.

• flapping your arms like a baby bird in excitement.

• laughing when daddy and I kissed.

• oh… and you had one tootsie peg more.

At nine months old we made a new home for ourselves.

• You were obsessed with exploring the new flat, and spent all your time crawling at speed from room to room.

• Your favourite sound was ‘dada-dada’.

• You could pull yourself to stand.

• Yet another tooth.

At ten tremendous months old you:

• love to point.

• walk along the sofa edge.

• evening walks with your papa bear.

• snuggling in bed with us.

Eleven months has brought us:

• lots of tears unfortunately when I went back to work. But trust me angel you don’t miss me half as much as my heart yearns for you.

• You climb up the stairs at your nanny’s house.

• You are obsessed with WOTSITS!

• and you pull this new face where you stick your bottom lip over your top lip and look a right muppet!

Twelve months young:

• You love animals.

• You give us (and your dollies) kisses and hugs on demand.

• You can entertain yourself for ages now with wooden toys - and love popping items into and out of baskets or holes (and the odd flower-pot!)

• You have grown into the most brilliant, smily little human bean; and gosh! We love you so very much.