They had to find the muddiest, deepest puddle at the park to go stomp and jump around in.
My daughter is actually alarmingly feminine at times.
I hate Crocs. She high-tailed it out of the shop with a pair of pink Crocs snow boots. So I had to retrieve her, and then buy them.
Anne at Braydon Maize Maze.
This experience unfortunately did not tempt her to eat any corn on the cob.
Anne appears to have inherited her father’s penchant for luminously-coloured trainers.
After a big bite of mint chocolate chip.
You are two today — happy birthday!
Life with you has changed so much from the days when all you wanted to do was lie on me and clutch the boob. These days you lie on me and clutch the boob only after you’ve run riot around the park or in town.
You talk so much now, with loads of funny words and the tendency to claim possession of anything you fancy (“My watch!!” “No, it’s my watch, I lend it to you, Anne.”). You love animals, swimming, gymnastics, and art.
Art. Who’d have thought it? Your favourite indoor activities are painting and play dough. I have yet to break out the recycled materials and home-made printmaking because it’s just so nice outside, but I promise we will, soon.
The first two years with you have been fun — but tiring — work and play, since you do not like to sleep for stretches lasting more than a couple of hours. I finally decided enough was enough and we decided to wean you from the boob at night, and most unexpectedly, you took to it so quickly, making your parents very happy (and more rested).
We can’t wait to see what the next year brings, they’re meant to be quite, er, challenging.
Mummy and Daddy
We made a robot.
I picked up a Minion from our local charity toy shop. Anne likes the Minions (who doesn’t?).
But according to her, he is Monty, the main character in Monstersaurus — one of her favourite books of the moment.