My little big girl

Quick post before I go off to sleep. 

20 Dec 2016. Little Foot officially promoted to N1 class. No longer in the babies class. 

I have mixed feelings… so proud of her for all that she had achieved in the last 5 months since she enrolled in the school. A little sad that I sent a baby to school and find that she has morphed into a toddler who speaks in short complete sentences, insists on putting on her owj shoes, disallows everyone from taking what she deem not to be theirs, who quizzes me “is that Papa’s car?”, and who informs me with great character  (read big tantrums) if she is displeased.
She sings on the way to school a lot these days, even though she does the customary clingy baby moves once we alight from Papa’s car. 

More mixed feelings when I picked her up during my lunchtime to find smaller toddlers in their own clothing walking unsteadily /being carried out of the school by their parents/grandparents. The adults told me they were there for a trial class, guess they wanted to see if it was what they wanted. I’m reminded that her teachers are no longer the same. She is yet again thrown to the winds of change.  

I’m reminded repeatedly that Little Foot is no longer a baby. Not yet 25 months, but like it or not, she has to progress yearly with those born in the same year. Even if she could be 11 mths younger. Didn’t we just blow out the two candles on the cake a couple of weeks ago?

Dear Little Foot, I know you can hold your own in  a world where you will have to first play catch-up, but then things will even out with time. In a world where you will be thrown out of your comfort zone regularly. Strangers have marveled at how well you can speak… they can make out the songs you sing and figure out the consonants you are not able to pronounce yet. And you have shown me that you are a survivor many times over (I still recall how you replied me when I asked you if your classmate who suddenly turned into a biter managed to take a chomp at you and you replied me very matter of factly that “E beat T!” Oops, I guess you managed to fend your itchy gums friend off!). Your teachers too have told me how impressive you have been, catching up with your classmates.

Always  baby in my eyes… and still leaving me to wonder when the day will come when you stop needing me to fall asleep with you while you comfort latch.

Always my baby no matter how tall you have grown. 

Always a baby even if one day you no longer need me to carry you from the car to the class. 

Hope the new class will be as fun and exciting for you! Let’s stay positive! 

A photo taken over the weekend. A Cape for my little superheroine!

 

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Just before the clock strikes 12

‚ÄčEve of Little Foot’s Birthday. The little lady fell asleep on me, like how she used to do so regularly so long ago. I was reminded of the colic days. What a nice memory as we kiss goodbye to 1 Year Old.


I thought about this time of the night back in 2014….

Papa Long and I were lying in bed wondering how life would change from the next day onwards. And change it did… she was everything and nothing we had expected. Like a rainbow hurricane that came with all its wonders and its downsides and shocks. 

Our life revolved around this tiny baby with a huge personality. And she sprouted before our eyes. Too fast. 

In the past year, she has grown so much, from the little baby who goes to the Playground thrice a day, to adjusting to life in Playgroup. 

She learned to walk and talk this year, a long and wobbly journey….

She showed us she had a mind of her own, choosing clothes and shoes (sometimes mismatched). 

She fell in love with Hello Kitty.

I kind of miss the carefree swing-loving baby who grinned so widely whenever she was on the swings… at times I stop and wonder if we should have let her lead that carefree life a while longer.

I love this baby who likes to ask me for a piggyback, and who tries to impress me with all the things she can help me out with, and who tells us “oh-hei!” (Okay!) when we try to negotiate with her and manages to convince her. I love this baby who falls for my fake crying and plants me kisses and sayang me on my head. 

 Even the tantrums don’t make me love her any less. Just makes me a little short fused at times. (Don’t remind of of how I made a hyena scream 2 nights ago)


Dear Emma, thank God for you. And thank God you are you… all that we wanted and more. 

Happy Birthday my baby pie, may every birthday be just as memorable and emotional for us. 

TWO will be wonderful and memorable, just as ZERO and ONE were. 

You’ll forever be our baby girl. 

And remember, whatever you do or don’t do will never change how much we love you.   
Love always, Mummy. 
P.S. I’m glad we got to shower together tonight, but so sad that you vomited again. Stay strong and healthy ok?