Today, you were one, so I made your Weetbix and toast, cleaned both you and the table up, and sighed when you insisted your "ands" were still "ditty". And wiped them again.
Today, you were one, so I dressed you in sturdy pants and a pretty top to cope with lots of running and falling and riding your new little pink car from Uncle Joshie and Aunty Son. You ended up in your tulle 'danshing' anyway, as you always do.
Today, you were one, so you were happy to ride along in the car as long as the big kids were there. You wanted a dolly because Beebee had one. You wanted Buzz Lightyear because Jack had him. You grinned and screeched and sang nonsensical little songs to yourself.
Today, you were one, so you ate your lunch (by pulling the ham and cheese out of the sandwich, eating the cheese first, the ham second, and the bread, begrudgingly, third), and then nearly fell asleep at the table.
Today, you were one, so you happily went to your cot for a midday nap. You stuck your round little bottom in the air, put your head on your Dorothy pillow, and stroked your hand across the sheet to go to sleep. You were so cosy, all tucked up, I wanted to climb in with you.
Today, you were one, so you awoke full of beans after your sleep. You played and played and played, content in the knowledge that Mummy and Daddy and Dack and Beebee were at home with you, and all was well. You remonstrated with the dogs, chased the cats, and shushed your babies. You also spent quite some time with Jack's ninja turtles, speaking soft little fairy-talk to them. It was funny to watch.
Today, you were one, so you spent the hour before dinner around my feet in the kitchen, demanding 'titties' (bickies, to the uninitiated). I tried to distract you from your rumbly tummy with your new Dora DVD (thank you Aunty Miffy, Uncle Whale and Shatter!), and it worked...for a while.
Today, you were one, so you ate your mashed potato with gusto, your peas with glee, your chicken with resignation, and pushed your carrot back at me. You polished off a pink cupcake without breathing, and then left a trail of cupcake crumbs and peas all the way to the bath.
Today, you were one, so I bathed you, dried you, and dressed you in a nubbly pink growsuit that still fits your lithe little body. You chatted away as I put your nappy on, did up your buttons and combed your hair. You gave me kisses when my face was close to yours. You were more than ready for bedtime after such a busy day of play.
Today, you were one. Tomorrow, you will be two. Tomorrow, you will be another step closer to being a grown-up girl. Tomorrow, I will look at you and see both the sweet-faced, fuzzy-haired, calm baby I gave birth to two years ago, and the delightful, wilful, stubborn, affectionate, clever, funny toddler you have become. And just as it has every day of your life, my love for you will grow even more. Sweet dreams, my Maisie Mouse.
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