This is now a month overdue, so in 19 years and less than 3 months we’ll be celebrating your 21st birthday (yes do ask me for help with yourÂ maths homeworkÂ anytime). I wonder what you’ll look like when you’re older. Cute as a motherfucking button I should imagine.
Month 21 phot
Conversation transcripts Mumma sent me two consecutive mornings:
K:Â Yes bubba?
K:Â Dadda loves you very much.
K:Â Yes bubba?
K:Â Daddy’s coming home soon.
F:Â Dadda home come
And then a morning after an argument between Mummy and I. You hops into bed with us and the first thing you say is “Dadda loves you Mumma”.
Oh bollocks/ how the what!?
This time I’m spending away is playing on me a bit. It’s far from an ideal situation. Yep it’s unlikely that you’ll remember any of this time, I think my first memories may have been from when I was about three,Â playing withÂ snow and playing with some wooden toys at ‘Jingles’, theÂ nursery I went to. But I don’t want to miss anything about you. And come to that, I don’t want you to miss out on me too.Â Have left you and Mummy and #2 (still undecided on names between Bow, Cat, Sam or else) again for two and a half weeks, this time for Czech.
I came home from work early the day before I caught my flight, in order to squeeze in some more time together. Decided it was time we went swimming again so headed over to Windsor. You were non-stop around the pool, squealing with excitement, loving it. No float nor armbands, confident enough for me to just hold you in the water with one hand, but stupid enough to try and let go of me a couple of times. Must do more of that soon after I get back.
H: 83.5cms, W: 12.3kgs, (historical…)
I had previously questioned the need for a routine but you’ve come up with one naturally anyway. Up at 6:30-7ish. TV and cuddles in bed. Either we drop you off at Wendy’s (the childminder, who you’re always excited to see) or she picks you up around 9ish. Breakfast (toast and honey currently your favourite), pick you up around 4 or 5ish, by which time you’ve normally eaten (well), play for an hour and a bit then you normally call ‘bubbles’, i.e. bathtime and up we go, followed by a book and bed around 6:30. Easy.
- penguins at the moment, probably started by you watching Happy Feet
- bouncing on theÂ trampoline or the bed
- letting us know who your best friends are. We’re ‘bigged up’ when it’s us
- drinking -Â you always have and continue to drink like you’ve just discovered an oasis after being stuck for a week in the Sahara
- making us laugh. A couple of month ago your funny thing was this: looking atÂ one of usÂ with your eyes locked to one side whilst your face is looking the opposite way (like the 7th picture above). You hold it for a few seconds untilÂ we burst into laughter then you join in, satisfied that you’ve done your entertainment bit for the time being. And then what’s the second rule of show business Frankie? Exactly.
And as you’ve picked up so much language already, along with it, you’ve quickly become a very polite lady: “Frankie, would you like something to eat?” “Ummm, no thank you.” And you’re also slightly on the hypochondriac side “Hurt” – as you profer to me a part of your body that desperately needs kissing better. And sometimes you speak so earnestly, so definite and so considered. I wonder if words may be your thing too, as it is with quite a few in the family.
- Nice warm: warm Ribena
- Bikeball: let’s go and play with the bike and the ball.
- Shake-rolls: being talcum-powdered after bathtimes, taken from the english “shake, rattle and roll”
- Cook cook: make believe cooking, also denoted by moving your hands like a DJ
- Bubba: your toy baby. Bloody hideous thing it is, thanks Helene.
- My Bonnay: your cousin Bonnie
- Grannay: Granny
- Funneshd: finished
- Ahhkayy: OK
- A-ix-Abi: your mates from Wendy’s, Alex and Abi
By the time I next write, we’ll be back in London town. Hoo-bloody-ray. We’ve missed our flat in Bow and can’t wait to get there again. Soon afterwards, little sister will be with us. We talk to you about her quite a bit and occassionally you’ll kiss Mummy’s tummy. Despite the absurdity concept that there’s a baby growing inside Mummy, you have cottoned on to the fact that you’re going to have a sister, saying the word “sister”, saying “bubba Mummy’s tummy”. The four of us went to get the one of us scanned a couple of weeks back. We’d briefed you as to what was going on and as soon as your sister’s image came up on screen, you squealed with delight “Babyyyyyyyyy”. Naturally, I was quietly blubbing away and then you have to go and say “Happyyyyyyy”.
You slay me girl. Love, love, love,
Your Daddy x