There’s been so many special moments this year that it’s taken me about a week to mentally sift through each one & decide which one stands out in my mind.
There was the obvious ones; the first time I held her ( / child birth was over!), the time she fell asleep inside the OH’s bathrobe on his chest (the most adorable photo ever), the first time she smiled, when she finally crawled after weeks of slow torture, or eating pizza in the square in France with a glass of wine while Baby Girl at only 3 months slept in her car seat under the table & we felt for the first time, ‘ok, this is ok, we can do this,’… The list goes on.
But one that stands out to me is actually a really normal, in many ways unmomentous event. I think that’s why I like it; it was natural & organic; no one posing for the camera or worrying about which milestone it was. It was just an ordinary day, Baby Girl just doing her thing, being herself, so engrossed with what she was doing, she didn’t even realise I took a picture.
At about nine months old, we moved the double bed out of Baby Girl’s room & finally had a proper little nursery for her (see the full story here). As a result, suddenly there was space to play & explore & Baby Girl would often crawl off to her room to do so.
I was emptying the dishwasher (something that usually, Baby Girl could sense from a mile away & come crawling to ‘help’ with) & after a minute or two I realised it had gone very quiet, & there was no tiny human trying to climb in the dishwasher.
I crept into the hall & peaked round the corner into her room to find her surrounded by books she’d pulled off her trunk, opening & closing the flaps of the Baby Loves Peek-a-boo book, playing peep-oh with the baby. She was so quiet & content I just watched her for a minute. She never noticed I was there.
This was the first time this happened. There was a mix of relief – she wasn’t quietly chewing on an iPhone charger somewhere & that she could entertain herself so happily while I emptied the dishwasher in peace – & also a twinge of sadness as she was so clearly starting to grow up. This was the first time she looked more like a toddler than a baby to me.
Now, just days before her first birthday, she can stand unaided & we’re waiting for her first step. Toddling off & pulling all the books off the trunk to look at the pictures, poke the finger puppet, stroke the fluffy Gruffalo (none of these are euphemisms by the way) is a regular occurance. Baby Girl absolutely loves books. But this photo will always be special to me as that first time I started to see the toddler, not the baby. And the first time I emptied the dishwasher in peace in months.
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