Growing up

Wrennie is growing up fast...what a cliche. But I can't get over it. She stands, she crawls, she laughs, she plays, she gets mad if I take things away that she can't play with. She is tender and sensitive, silly and fun, serious and observant. She knows who she likes and who she doesn't, but she will warm up to you if you are gentle with her (well, most of the time!). 

She isn't this baby that only needs food and sleep and a bum change. She gets bored, wants to go on outings, play with other babies and have fun, listen to music, get cuddles and kisses, sing songs with actions and have books read to her.

And she can wave hi. Aw...

And I want to kiss her all day on those chubby cheeks...the clean ones.

It doesn't matter where I am, she will want to come crawling to me, stand up next to my chair and come for a hug.

But you need to look out if she leans over and wants to snuggle her face in...she likes to give you a chomp instead!

Even though I am with her day in and day out, bad nights and good nights, I still can't get enough of her.  She is changing so much and so fast. Just when I think she has levelled off and I know what's going on, something changes again. And she gets smarter, getting into cupboards with Cheerios and dumping them all over the floor, sitting in the middle of it, stuffing them into her mouth as fast as she can.

I like watching her with other people, seeing who she is drawn to, and how she likes to play with them. It's always amazing to see how other people love her, especially her friends and family. She gets kisses from just about anyone, and she takes it all in. She wants to be a part of everything that is going on around her, and at times just wants to watch.

I can still imagine what life would be like if we didn't have her, but I wouldn't choose it. I look out the kitchen window sometimes and still can't believe I live in a house, with a backyard, and can see a sunset and not an alley with more apartment buildings facing me. I feel so lucky to be here with Kenton and with her. Some days I am overtired, overwhelmed, overheated...okay that is just me and summer heat not getting along, and grumpy. Some days I wish I could go buy $23020 worth of clothes and shoes, or pick up and go on a whim to anywhere, or not have my mind in two places 24/7. And then I pick up my little wren, and she pats/slaps my arm repeatedly and yells "Mum mum mum mum!!!" and know I don't want anything else but the life I have been given.

And in case you are wondering why such a sentimental blog post seemed to come out of the blue and you are thinking I must be hormonal and pregnant again, I am not. It's just what happens sometimes when I stop and take a breath (while Wren is napping typically) and look at my pictures from the day and think about...stuff.