Here she is, my little blossy face.
People ask me how I'm coping. How is it with three kids? I tell them I feel surprisingly great and that I don't really know what it's like with three kids – the impact has been lessened because Bren's study means he is around for things like kinder drop-offs so I haven't often had to run around with three kids in tow.
Added to this, Harlow is a cruisey baby, I tell them. I think those things have made it easier for me which is probably why I seem to be managing okay.
Yeah, they'll say, but it's probably because she's a girl, too.
And they're right. Part of my positive mindset can be attributed to the fact that she is, in fact, a baby girl. The very existence of her makes me delirious with joy.
No matter how tired, how stressed, how hungry, how frustrated I get, looking at her reminds me that dreams come true.
Is that too saccharine?
I can't help it. She's my daughter and I've wanted her since the beginning of time.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee she’s so beautiful!!! why is she sticking her finger up at me though?
Ha! I totally meant to refer to that little finger. Innocent little ‘who me?’ face and all the while, flipping the bird. Excellent.
she is gorgeous
Little dimpled fingers, cheeky little smile with a naughty little tongue peeping out. She is so delightful. My little granddaughter. xx