High Country

She grew today. Longer. More.

Good sleeps and ate a heap for dinner.

High country holiday is tiring, stimulating.
Camping, watching birds, running on hills and stamping in riverbed. Meeting new kids.

And me, reapplying sunscreen.

Running up Mt Stirling.

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Unwrapping Christmas presents in bed.

Happy Christmas

Harmonica for Christmas.

Big hair. Tight cuddles. Graze on forehead. Can say 'beach'. Friends with Barry the staffy. Not eating much (but cherries and olives and sometimes bacon). Still loves Jack insanely. Could ride trike straight off. Given many beautiful books. Happy second Christmas my love.

Festive Season 1

Persistent sleeper.

Blinds up, door open and sing song greeting and she still won't rouse, breathing deeply. Surprises us with so many words these days. Charlie worries that she's a brat. Loving 'Mix it Up' book.

Went to a (beautiful, amazing) wedding and missed most of the ceremony due to squirmy grizzly kid. Kept saying 'home?' and pointing away. But she went to sleep easily in hotel room. Methinks hot and overwhelmed.

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Peaceful, reading. 

You can just see the braid she came home with. And hint of bruise on forehead. Reading, sitting with her beloved Dad. Warm evening, nappy only after bath. Seventeen months old and surprises us with her smarts (and tantrums!). Today she was reported as 'rough' and I don't know how you describe that feeling, hearing that...

17 months

Seventeen months and a member of the family. Is a parrot. Knows right from wrong. Is learning empathy.

Upon waking, first day of eighteenth month. 

Feeds her monkey crackers. Sings 'baa baa' when seeing a picture of the sheep. Can find a boat, a bike, a book, flowers and moon in the book. Very occasionally will have meltdown where only a cuddle from me will do. Like today when I was sick and trying to have a shower. Charlie sat with her in the bathroom while I grabbed my towel. 

Waves 'bye' sweetly when I put her poo in the toilet. Has micro-sleeps on Charlie's chest in the shower. Brushes her hair out of her eyes. But hates me tying it back. Can reach the bench. Loves to trot around with a backpack on saying 'bye' and waving, headed out the back door. Throws stuff, for the fun of it, to seek attention, and to show frustration (alternately, it seems). Lies back on the couch, semi-upright, ready for her milk. Always wants to get off at Flagstaff when we need to wait for Melbourne Central.