seven months of roo

over half a year of you roo

I'll never forget

how you smile - always. the happiest soul

you learnt to sleep through the evenings on your own - what a gem

how much of a MAGPIE you are, grabbing at mamas gold necklaces

crawling backwards first; i leave you in one spot and come back to find you in another

your delight for food, in particular philly on toast which you smoosh up in your fists and pureed apple

your love for your sister

how you reach out for people, but as soon as you are in their arms you change your mind and want to come back to mama

you go coy and pop your head against my chest when meeting new people

and tights that are ALWAYS falling off your feet