The little Miss

I started this blog to help with my PND after LPV was born, I love it, it’s like my third baby. However times have changed and the little miss has come along. I feel very aware sometime that I may still focus my writing on LPV so this post will completely be dedicated to my wee special girl.

Dear Flossy

I love you, plain and simple. You light up our lives with your gorgeous wee smile and your ever-changing colour eyes, daddy is still secretly hoping they’ll turn the same beautiful blue as your brothers.However I think you’re heading for beautiful green/grey eyes like your gorgeous Aunty L.

You’re 9 months almost 10 now you’ve changed so much, you’re a wee little dare-devil, you spend most of your day in the downward facing dog position and trying to stand. You’re struggling at the moment being so poorly and teeth too. The little tooth poking out just makes your smile so much more magical. Even through your midnight coughing fits you still manage to smile.

You play with everything you’re not supposed too, I lose count on how many times I stop you from putting flip-flops in your mouth.

Your commando crawling at great speed now and whizz across the tiled floor like a bullet from a gun, especially if LPV has left his train unattended, you love your brother he has you in stitches during bath time and actually most of the time. Feisty is a word I’d describe you as, when you’re walking you’re going to keep us all on our toes, trying to put your pyjamas on is like trying to dress a member of Cirque du Soleil.

I love the healthy appetite you have, the fact you scream the place down if you do not get your bottle the minute you wake at 2am although I’d prefer if you didn’t A.wakeup at 2am B.Scream at 2am
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5 thoughts on “The little Miss

  1. theblackberryboys says:

    She is super cute! I laughed at this so hard : “trying to put your pyjamas on is like trying to dress a member of Cirque du Soleil.” Here in Hungary it is getting cold, so leaving the house means lots of layers to put on, and a snow suit at the end, I always feel I will get a stroke by the time I dress the baby 😦

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