In twelve short weeks, this baby…
…has become this baby!
Every evening as I kiss her squidgy cheek goodnight, I feel a little sad. It’s like saying goodbye to someone you’ve just met but fallen completely in love with. She changes so fast and learns something new every day – the day she smiled for the first time I actually cried when we put her to bed because we’d never have that ‘first smile day’ again. And then we sleep (or not) and when we wake I am unutterably excited for what the day will bring, for what she will learn today. With babies, I have learnt, you need to be all about today.
Tuesday saw Anna and I road-trip to Cheltenham to catch up with our International Represenative and Founding Father and the gorgeous Lucy too. Not to mention Any Other Toddler, hilariously excellent Emmi. Topics of conversation in the car included childbirth, hallucinogenic drugs and plot lines for Anna’s upcoming novel. When Emmi cracked out her flash cards, no doubt hoping for an education-meets-play session with her mum, this happened -
As my mum and auntie nattered, Stella stared at Bernard with an intensity that I’ve genuinely not seen from her before. He gazed back for a few seconds and then began to talk to her in Gaelic, telling her the story of Finn MacCool and the Giant’s Causeway. She was fascinated. As the table fell silent and everyone watched the oldest and the newest members of the family forge a strong and beautiful bond, I cried. As did my mum, my grandma and my auntie… Clearly my lack of emotional control is a genetic thing.
We also managed (just about) to get a picture of the four generations of women in our family, just as we did with the Alsopps a few weeks ago, when Stella met Stella…