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This adorable little face is your "brrm brrm" face. You suddenly love pretending to drive. You can say "brrm brrm" and "beep beep"!
First day of our holibobs in Ibiza, and you were all dressed up for dinner! You woke up in the middle of the night in the car and giggled in glee at the novelty of the situation. You were chirpy and curious at the airport while we waited for our flight. You entertained all the people who were arriving for their early flights by toddling around the waiting area, exploring the beautiful butterfly light display at Itsu and trying to get into a shop that wasn't yet open. Cute girl. You found the plane fascinating. More fascinating that Little R, who fell asleep as we taxied along the runway prior to take off. You had some milk and fell asleep. I was jealous, because I'd had such bad insomnia I hadn't fallen asleep in time to get any sleep before our 1am get up. I was awake two days straight without a wink of sleep. Ugh. Grim.
Anyway... we arrived at our hotel, and went off to explore the beach. I thoughtlessly took you out of the wrap (the ice cotton Oscha wrap I'd acquired specifically for the holiday, as it happens!) and plonked you on the sand. Cue anxious wailing. The waves rushing towards you were just TOO bewildering and worrying. You had to watch from my hip while you got used to them. Soon you were exploring the sand and crawling (who can walk in sand?) towards them. Later, you got dolled up in your amazing dinosaur dress for dinner. Rice and chicken for you. In fact, you practically lived on rice and chicken all week. You're all about the beige.
Day two in Ibiza, and despite the cloudy skies it was warm so while you played with the sand fortress Little R and I had built, I had a splash in the sea.
Day three and snoozy time in that lovely Oscha wrap.
Day four and we visited the Hippie Market, so you were transformed into our hippie baby.
Day five: you'd gone quiet for a few moments. You'd gone "toddler quiet".
Day six and you had gained a lot of confidence with the waves. The new challenge was to hold you back!
Day seven: sand is apparently STILL tasty. You beautiful girl.
The return journey. This was at the start of the flight, when we were all holding it together and coping reasonably well. Fast forward thirty minutes and I was throwing food on the floor and swearing AUDIBLY in front of my two precious children and the other passengers because trying to cope with numerous small containers of hot, wet food in a confined space, with you both fidgeting, grabbing food, refusing to eat and needing a wee at the WORST moment was beyond my capacity. Oh dear. Oh dear.
Home again! And what is more entertaining that a long bit of foil? (We finally took it out from our furniture; it was there from when our carpets were cleaned a few weeks back.)
Look who stole Mummy's cookie! You were SOOO pleased! With seven teeth, you're able to chomp big chunks off. Little R at the same age had to suck biscuits!
You loved this little skuttlebug at Baby K's birthday party. It'll be your birthday next. This time last year I was waiting for you, so impatiently. We all were. At it's still a week to go!
And here you are, tooting your hooter. What a lung capacity!
Bubbles! You can pretty much say bubbles, actually. In fact, you can say quite a lot for a very little lady. Little R is "Ra-Ra", Rachel and I are "Mimmy", milk is "diddy", for yes you nod and say "da" and for no you shake your head vigorously, saying "na-na-na-na". Bubbles are "bubbaaaa", ball is "baaaalll", Peppa pig is "peppa". You said "tiiiik" once, after I said "stick". You have a good go at copying lots of words. You clap to ask for help (it's as close to the complex "help me" sign you can get so far) and you ask to share things by pointing, then thumping your chest. You often say a little phrase at the same time but I can't begin to spell it!
Your very first time painting the patio with water. I've been getting out lots of different things to distract you while I paint fence panels and the components of your playhouse.
Watering the plants. Another thing you've got the hang of. Well, when you weren't trying to drink the water butt water from your little plastic watering can.
Today I was multi-tasking - planting our herbs in our new herb garden while the roof panels I was painting dried. You kept asking for the huge metal spade which hangs on the wall in the garage (ever the optimist), but we found a compromise with this little plastic and wood one, which is still taller than you!