Special day for a special girl

Not that this doesn’t remind me of the school-time folly of measuring relationship age by the months they lasted, but today marks the halfway-mark towards Erin’s first birthday. Terribly hard to imagine this, but 6 months ago today I was holding a newborn (and if I remember correctly, licking the tastiest pizza off my lips!)

It’s been a different experience so far, largely a result of Jamie’s prominence in the familial order, but she’s been a very graceful recipient of reduced attention, and is without doubt an absolute delight. She’s cheerful, engaging and laughs at the slightest excuse. In addition, she’s got all three of us wrapped around her fingers, and repays us for our troubles with beaming smiles. And ohhhh… does she give us troubles! She started rolling at 11 weeks, was sitting at 20 weeks, and is now quite capable of navigating herself across a bed/room/safe-zone! She’s been caught chewing CDs, sucking shoes under the coffee table and trying her best to fall out of her cot. Quite an action-figure to be sure… never ever stops moving. Ever. Even when she’s sleeping. (And in truth this forgotten fact was added as an edit, but Erin is stronger than a freakin’ ox – it is completely unbelieveable how much strength she has. A really small part of me wonders whether she might be bionic?)

Anyway. I’m just a gushy dad… I suppose there’s a chance I’m smitten and slightly biased. Definitely grateful for our little girl. Definitely not taking her for granted!