Top Ender Giggles - Sage advice

Last night I took Baby Boy up to have his last feed of the night (well before I went to sleep!) and for me to get ready for bed too. Top Ender was downstairs with Daddy watching a cartoon before it was time for her to go to bed. Suddenly she appeared in the bedroom to announce;

"You should do something that you don't do"
Thinking that she meant something like not tell her off I half heartedly said "Whats that?"
"Dye your hair... It would make it glossy and shiny!"

Welcome Baby Boy

So Baby Boy made his entrance to the world on the 15th May, and quite honestly I don't know who is prouder out of Daddy, Top Ender and me.

Already he is three weeks old, has given all of us a smile and a coo and has driven all other thoughts from our minds! Daddy is having an hour alone with Baby Boy every morning after he wakes up for his first feed of the day he likes to look around so Daddy takes him downstairs so I can have an hours uninterrupted sleep.

Top Ender keeps helping (of which I am so proud) and tells everyone that he doesn't wake her in the night (which I am even prouder of!) and keeps looking in catalogues to see what she can buy for them to share (at the moment it is swing sets) so I think I have worked out her angle!

Top Ender Giggles - Semi-naked Swinging

Last night Daddy remembered where the bolts were for Top Enders swing.

Top Ender was getting dry as she had just got out the bath and so I was helping put the swing together.

Top Ender suddenly appeared at the back door wearing her towel (the ones which go over your child's head) and her shoes and asked;

"Is it okay if I have just one quick swing?"

I didn't really want to say Yes but she looked so cute, and had put shoes on so I did say Yes. She ran out got on the swing and had one quick swing before coming back in.

This morning before eating breakfast she was out again, in her PJ's and shoes swinging on the swing. It appears that absence really does make the heart really does grow fonder!

Top Ender Giggles - Early Birthday Gift

Top Ender came in to mine and Daddy's room this morning as Daddy had already wished me a Happy Birthday we figured that Top Ender was going to do the same as all of yesterday (Granny's Birthday) she wanted it to be today so she could eat the chocolate cake we made together for me.

Instead she gave me a hug and said;

"It is a very early gift for your Birthday Mummy"
"What makes it an early gift?!"
"Because it is only just past night time!"

Well I suppose technically she was right!

Top Ender is Growing up

Yesterday Top Ender didn't really want to spend anytime with me. Every time I tired to find her to play with her or try to involve her in something I was doing she was busy doing something else that she didn't want me to do too!

It got so bad that she even took her lunch upstairs to eat instead of sitting with me! Today however she hasn't left my side. I have been sitting on the PC doing my emails, listening to my podcast and getting ready to make some chicken pies and a couple of Quiches and she keeps coming up to me and hugging me or just passing comment!

I love that Top Ender has independence, but that she still comes back to me for the love and reassurance that she needs!

Top Ender the Fashionista

Top Ender is so much fun. This morning I dressed her in dungarees shorts, pink T-shirt, pink socks and her pink Barbie baseball sneakers. She looked so darned so cute that when she came downstairs Daddy had to take a few pictures.

After a visit from Granny and Sister and Cousin she decided that perhaps being a ballerina fairy was the look to go for. We had to go out and Daddy unusually said she could keep her outfit on... wings and all.

Top Ender went to find the appropriate footwear (pink flip flops) and off we went. Walking from where we parked the car to the shop we were delighted when nearly all of the young children we passed and those of the "older generation" (Eg what I think a Granny should look like, you know with white hair) smiled or passed comment on what a beautiful fairy she was.

Daddy and I looked on proudly realising that our baby is growing up (well she is a Top Ender now!) and we are so very lucky. I just hope that Baby Boy doesn't dress in a tutu and walk around the town... well maybe he can on his stag night!

Top Ender Giggles - Death becomes her

Top Ender is becoming morbid again. I thought we had managed to stop all of this a couple of years ago a few months after my Grandfather had died and I told her that talking about dying all the time made me sad.

Last night she and her Daddy drove past a cemetery.

"What's that?" she asked
"A cemetery" replied Daddy
"Where they bury dead people?"
"Yes"
"Can we go there?"
"Why?"
"So you can read the names to me!"
"There would be a lot, it would take a long time" said Daddy trying to get out of it
"That is okay, there will be a bench half way down that you can rest on and then when you are ready you can read the rest to me."

As long as she doesn't start wearing all black and start wanting us to call her a goth type name we should be fine!