Whilst leafing through an old photo album with The Tween earlier this week, I stumbled across this snap, taken a little over 10 years ago.
The first thing which struck me, probably goes without saying – we’ve all aged considerably since those days (apart from my hairstyle which seems to have gone full circle!)
The second thing is that despite constantly hearing the words “time flies, make sure you enjoy them while they are young” this stage of toddlerdom seems like eons ago. Most of it was probably spent in a blur!
In some ways, my two girls haven’t changed all that much: The Tween still sucks her thumb and would like nothing better than to spend all day cuddling up to mummy; The Teenager has managed to give up her passion for The Fimbles (remember those?) but still has that lovely caring nature which now gets lavished on ‘It’ rather than her teddies!
When I was pregnant with The Teenager, everyone was convinced that she would be a boy – even in labour, the midwife accused her of being a ‘stubborn boy’ (she was 2 weeks late and I’d been in labour for 24 hours!). Being one of two girls myself, I had always imagined having daughters. The OH however, is one of 7 boys; if statistics were to be proved right, I would be having a boy. We had suitable names lined up and I had got my head around the idea of a house full of boys. Then she arrived – a beautiful, perfect, little girl (if a tad over-cooked!). At last I could go out and shop for pink frills and pretty hair bobbles. Only she turned out to be bald until she was 2 years old and as you can see from the picture, a little bit of a tom-boy!
When I fell pregnant again, only 9 months later, this one was surely going to be a boy. There were so few girls in the OH’s family line and I was under the illusion that the baby’s sex is determined by the lineage of the father. Again we had our all-time favourite boy’s name at the ready and a couple of girls’ names in reserve (not thinking for a second we would need to decide on which one). This time I had an elective c-section so didn’t have to wait long to discover that in 18 short months we had become the proud parents of two gorgeous little girls.
Although these two ‘angels’ have succeeded in turning my hair grey overnight, by presenting me with one challenge after another and a repartee of back-chat that would give Tracy Beaker a run for her money, I am so thrilled to think that I have friends for life in these two. I am excited by the thought of what lies ahead for us; I honestly think that our best years are yet to come
I’ve realised that I’m cheating ever so slightly with this week’s entry for ‘The Gallery’ because I clearly didn’t actually take these shots myself….hoping Tara forgives me Click on the link below to view other posts with the theme of ‘Two’.