Another week of more thunder and lightening only this time it seemed to clear the air and leave goodness in its wake and puddles like giant pools that soaked us to our knees as we splashed.
This was the week that saw the eighteen month milestone, which – naturally – was celebrated by dressing up A LOT, dressing up some more and flicking through a novel with one wellingtoned foot and curly bunches.
Out of nowhere sprung this real little girl, full of more personality and wit and genius than ever before. After months of trying and failing to encourage words they started to flow with no prompts or bribes, the more random the better – Stop! Look! Yellow!
With the clearer air came clearer minds, finding at last positivity and excitement and clarity in where we are and where we were and where we are going to be because we are determined now. It will happen, the sun always comes out in the end.
More excitement came in the red and shiny form of new shoes and a batch of baking for the first time in ever at the discovery of the best new icing ever invented.
And then we dressed up some more, embracing our new found ability to say “off!” and forcing grow ups out of their layers and their layers to drape over a smaller form, while we looked more and more grown up ourself by the second and the rain fell and the sun shone and first shoes were packed away with bittersweet emotions and cakes were eaten with happy smiles.