Everything is still growing. Feet, teeth, hair, limbs!
By the way, I think I can finally address my daughter by her true given name. Miss Olivia Alice. Nearly 11 months old now and yes you guessed it I am sooooo in love with her. Olivia just had two front top teeth poke through the gums and although she is not crawling, yet there has been plenty of movement in the baby walker. My babe is looking a lot more like me now. Ever so, pretty of course….
I just had a small giggle to myself whilst reading over my previous Model Mummy articles. I ramble on in my first few articles pre baby how once I have given birth I will be a size 8 glamour model again with big voluptuous boobies and lots of energy to work. The fact is motherhood is the hardest job in the world and leaves no time for neither work nor play. I did not go back to a size 8 and actually never really was although nature has been kind to me and my body looks good enough. I was recently nick named MILF on a hen party weekend so I am guessing that counts for something right?
We look forward to a particular evening soap and have a quiet dinner in front of the TV before bed. Sounds rather boring. So wrong. It is the best life ever being a mummy and relaxing at the end of each day knowing that I have done everything in my power to keep our beautiful little lady happy. Even the nights like tonight where I am so sleep deprived due to teething and photos pop up on my Facebook timeline of my friends still partying in Vegas or visiting new restaurants, drinking shots, tanning, holidaying…. Oh tempting. But been there, done that, have most of the T shirts and now I am enjoying life more than ever.
I am content, complete and constantly thankful for my little family. Olivia is a real pleasure and even if she did puke all over my new guess jeans and rub it in whilst I was reaching for a cloth , I still love her. Even when she belted me in the eye with her fist after pulling her own sock off, I still love her. Even after her tantrum in Tesco’s the other lunchtime after spending the entire time preventing her from grabbing everything in sight off of the shelves, I still love her.
When she pulls each and every single baby wipe from the pack when I’m not looking, when she chews on my brand new Kurt Geiger heels and leaves teeth marks, when she grabs her dinner bowl from my hand and sends it flying across my nice clean floor, pulls my t-shirt down and reveals a boobie to the Jehovah witness preaching at the front door, only says mumma when she cries!! All these things make me love her more and more. And to finally take a few minutes to jot her little antics down on paper brings a tear of joy to my eye. Her personality is developing and when she’s not up to mischief she is a gentle, fun and loveable little soul. And all these little things are only a tiny tiny percentage of what’s great about being a mummy.
I took my first time out session a week ago. You see in all the mummy articles published on the web nobody ever admits to cracking. Just like nobody ever admits to using their mouth as a sterilizer when baby drops her dummy on supermarket floor. So anyway we were having a real screechy day. Every time I left the room she screamed at me, she needed my constant attention otherwise she screamed. A real high pitch deafening siren, foghorn screech!!
I had to walk away and do what the mums do on the films. Hide in the cupboard for a few minutes. Instead of a cupboard I ran into the downstairs toilet. Took a deep breath, I didn’t get 5 minutes, not even a minute. At a guess maybe 10 seconds and she was there. She had whizzed after me in her baby walker faster than I have ever seen her walk before. But she smiled the cutest smile and had a very proud look on her face. Probably at the fact that she caught up with mummy. Now how could I be angry with that? We had a cuddle and enjoyed a few more seconds of silence! Oh and she gives kisses now. Too precious for words……
Maybe next article she will have taken her first steps.
Much love friends x