Reminiscing.

In the run up to Archie's first bithday I have found myself looking through old photos and reminiscing. Is it really almost time for him to hit those toddler years? I will miss him being that tiny new born. I will miss his baby smell and I will miss his cute baby noises, but I look forward to the big adventure we have ahead of us and I cannot wait for my first conversation with him. So I am sharing with you just a few of the early day photos that I haven't shared online as of yet. 

Bean xo

5 going on 15.

"Mummy I hate you" followed by a slammed door has become a regular thing in our house at the moment. Eva has reached an age where everything is a big drama and the only reaction to most things asked of her is screaming, shouting and slamming of doors. She has become a right little diva, if she doesn't get her own way all hell breaks loose. A few weeks back she lost a pound coin under her booset seat in the car and started to scream when I explained that no we couldn't pull over and get it (we were on the M5 at the time) so her reply to me was "We were having a really nice time and you've gone and ruined the day".

Normally her one liners have my in fits of giggles but lately they've left me wanting to tear my hair out. She answers back and point blank refuses to do something. It's got to a stage where the naughty step - something I used during the terrible 2/3's stage - has been put back in place and so far it seems to be working, not to provent the outbursts but putting her in "time out" certainly gives her time to cool off and within 5 minutes she's saying sorry and giving us hugs.

During one her outburst's when she called me a "selfish little girl" (we are actually confused to where she got this from) and she was sent to time out to cool off, I was left sitting on the sofa with the realisation that my daughter is growing up and far too quickly! I could have cried. I think I've been in denial pretending that she's still my little baby who loved me singing Twinkle Twinkle little star to her, who snuggled up on my lap at nap time for a snooze and who used to think chickens said "Chicken" and not cluck. I keep getting a glimce of her growing up with the things she says and the way she acts but also I look at her sometimes and I'm amazed by just how much she has grown up, and far too quickly if you ask me. 

Of course she still loves me to come lay in her bed with her at night time for snuggles and still wants me to sing her song after song before she doozes off. She is only 5 after all, something that during her outburst I can forget. During those times I see a glimse of the 15 year old she will become and right now I'm not ready for the teenage years. I'm barley ready for her to turn 6.. Actually I said to Eva I didn't want her to turn 6 and her reply to me was "But mummy, I'll always be your little girl", and it's true, she always will.