E is Seven

As I write it, I can barely believe that my teeny little baby who arrived 3 weeks early, is 7. Seven whole years of E. Seven years of absolutely adoring her, even when she drives me scatty.  

At seven:

  • She wants to be an artist when she grows up.  Or work in the office with Mummy and Daddy.  She's also spoken of wanting to be a vet or a nurse but with her current dislike of blood when she hurts herself, I'm not entirely sure how that would work.
  • She loves her curly hair and hates it when it gets brushed straight (oh I hope this is always the case!).
  • She is often found with a notebook and pencil in hand, writing or drawing.  
  • She loves to watch Operation Ouch and will spout random medical facts to me when I least expect it. She will tell me when I should look away from the squeamish parts, whilst staying glued to them herself.  
  • She also enjoys The Simpsons, Alvin and The Chipmunks (or Chickmunks as her and T call it!) and the Despicable Me films.  
  • She will get up and dance as soon as any music comes on to the TV or radio.
  • She enjoys her football and dance classes.
  • She likes playing with Barbie, lego and her LOL dolls but also likes to be creating and making things.
  • She often wants to sit and cuddle me on the sofa.  
  • She loves being in the garden, especially if she can jump in the paddling pool.
  • She is still a fairly fussy eater but is slowly (very, very slowly!) getting better at trying different foods.
  • She very rarely has her bedding over her at night, preferring a thin sheet covering her or nothing at all.  
  • Her teacher tells me she is a popular little girl who does like a little bit of a gossip at times. She's where she should be with her school work and is particularly thriving in reading and writing.  
  • She loves her little sister and despite frequently complaining about how annoying she is, will often go in T's bedroom first thing in the morning to play with her. 
  • She still loves to climb into bed in the morning for a cuddle.
  • She goes through spells of carrying goatie around with her. Goatie is the soft toy she has had from birth.  

It was a complete shock to me when I discovered I was pregnant. I remember feeling somewhat shell shocked for a time. It was a whole new world that I wasn't entirely sure I deserved or understood and at times, it still feels that way.  I often feel that I am doing things wrong and wonder if I do enough for and with them. Am I doing enough to pave the way for the future, will they feel able to confide in me as they grow up? Am I too distracted, too impatient? Am I enough for them?  All I know is that I will do everything in my power to do the best I possibly can by both of them.  

Happy birthday my darling girl.  We all love you so much.


  1. Lovely post. And love that dedication to the beloved soft toy....

  2. Happy birthday ... E! #TwinklyTuesday

  3. Happy birthday to E!
    And enjoy the celebration and that feeling of awe. I don't think it ever goes away no matter how old they get.