oh I suddenly feel a bit sad. my little baby (liz, age 3.5, so technically not a baby at all) is off on her first all-growed-up tripette with her granny. to the theatre they have gone! no room on the broom (ah, julia donaldson what would we do without you? apart from read other books?). a cat and a hat and a long ginger plaite... (how do you spell it?). and liz who usually wails and clings to my legs and has to peeled off me like a plaster that's been on a verucca for too long and leaves those horrid black marks round the edges - she just waltzed into granny's house, gave a mandatory kiss and let us shut the door no fuss. no sticking or wailing. i wonder if i should check her forehead for tempretures or her skin for mysterious rashes when she gets back.
i just felt a bit sad. for a moment, as i made her little tiny person sized bed, i realised that she's not a smally any longer. but a small-to-middly. which is a massive difference. and i felt a tiny small person sized pang of 'oh'. its all irreversible. she'll only go up (maybe out a bit depending on when she discovers Mc-vomit-donalds) and get wiser and cheekier and start drinking cider.
these small things. i also cut her hair on new years day (such a bad day to do it! with a hangover!) and now she is wearing a long-bob as opposed to a long-straggle and so she looks more growed-up too.
ah. how they grow. i must savour these rose-tinted moments for soon it'll all be door slamming and 'i hate you mum its so unfair', like every day all day.
anyway. check this out its quite funny. albeit 2 weeks too late we wish you a merry christmas!
and this one too: pogues new york tale
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