All about a girl

Our baby girl is growing up.

We often comment at home that we don’t want her to grow up and we would love to just bottle her up….like she is, right this second! Yet as time passes our baby becomes more independent, more gregarious and more loveable. This independence does bring certain challenges though and even though it’s trying I also try and see the funny side of it. She’ll open the freezer and point to the ice-cream after we’ve told her it’s all gone when she demands it for breakfast, she’s tall enough now to steal the groceries off the counter and go sit in the shower and eat it so I have tubs of margarine that has chunks missing, I stand defeated when she tells me she actually wants to go to the naughty corner and sits in the corner of the dining room with a mischievous grin on her face but with all her newfound maturity brings a lot of pleasure and entertainment for us.

I love the way her normally big brown eyes slant when she smiles. It’s one of the many things that I love about her smile!

And even though she is growing up there are still hints of “baby”. Like those chubby hands, the baby curls, her head that’s too big for her little boy and feet that can’t touch the ground when she swings.

A daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend. ~Author Unknown


9 thoughts on “All about a girl

  1. Hi fiona,
    Came across you blog quite by accident through Kim’s FB. I’m hooked your photos are amazing and Zoe and Ethan are stunning. The pics of dakota and Peyton are also great. Keep creating memories. Its brings back such memories of my time in SA especially the post about Melville, my haunts were question mark bistro, cats pj’s and Roxy’s.
    Have a great day.

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