So here we are trying to organise Peachy’s first birthday party which is beginning to feel a lot more stressful plan when we planned our own wedding – who knew what a mine field these children’s parties are?! We are not the freaking Eccelstones whom I believed hired an entire zoo for their daughters first birthday…
After much discussion (okay me emailing Husband links to random stuff) we (me…) have decided on a teddy bears picnic theme – a good classic mix.
The e-vites gave gone out (yep, that’s right – we heard you Martin Lewis and your money saving tips!) and I’m scouring Amazon and eBay for all teddy related items.
I’m going to have a trial run at making the cake this weekend -Pintrest has given me some fab ideas but God knows if I can execute them! That’s probably going to be a whole other blog…
But my thought has to be – How can the Peach being turning one already?! It feels like she only just arrived in our lives and now she is the big ONE! That old saying is true – time really does fly when you are having fun!
What a lot she has achieved so far!
She can hold her head steady, wave her hands, swing her arms and legs, sit up, roll over, clap handies, kneel, and is currently pulling herself up and letting go to try to stand unaided.
She has an amazing appetite and only dislikes yoghurt so far (which mumma also finds icky!) loves salmon and all fishy dishes and is still discovering a myriad of food items.
I’m looking at my darling girl feeling quite nostalgic for when she was small enough to hold with one arms, where her feet where nowhere near my tummy when she laid on me, where she looked more like a baby and less like the toddler I see emerging.
The moment a child is born, a mother is also born.
She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never.
A mother is something absolutely new.