Dear Kyra
I can’t believe you’re six months old today.
You’re asleep here next to me, and I look down over your long little body and my breath quickens as I try to take it all in. I can still see you, a tiny little curled up figure, barely bigger than my two hands lying in the same position this moment six months ago.
I’ve never been a normal girl. No really. I can prove it in one sentence. Here it is: I don’t like shoe shopping. I know. Shock, horror.
Dear Kyra
I can’t believe you’re four months old already. It tugs at my heart and takes my breath away when I think how fast the time is going, and how soon you’ll be so very independent of me.
Since I’ve only been a mom for 3 months (almost), I don’t have a list that’ll knock anyone’s socks off with humour and witty sayings, but the moments I treasure are spread from a few days after my baby’s conception to now. Here’s a list of my top ten mothering moments of 2009:
Anyone who has read at least a couple of my blog posts will be aware that I am just not impressed at the rate of growth in babies, or more specifically, my little girl. We don’t go to get weighed every two weeks, as we ‘should’ and she’s not been to the doctor for anything other than her six week checkup so far, but I have no fear of ‘Failure to Thrive’ with her. In fact, quite the opposite.
I am afflicted by a London-based curse. Well, for me it is London based. I develop tonsilitis and bronchitis every year. The first time it happened was our first year in London, December 2004, just in time for our wedding. I kind of croaked my ‘I do’s’ through a drug induced, fevered hue.
Things have been really busy in our little family the last few weeks. We seem to be settled in to our new roles of father, mother and baby, and by the looks of things, we’re all adapting to these roles quite well. I can’t believe that Kyra is 8 weeks old already, and the changes are phenomenal. Every day seems to bring something new.
