Scarlett (who almost never gets called Scarlett BTW) is 14 months old. She
is baby no 2 so in some ways is neglected in that when Davies was one he was sat with for hours every day looking at books, singing songs, talking to him constantly and ensuring all his toys were age appropriate and actively
‘teaching’ him something. Scarlett is at a distinct advantage of having an
additional person to love her, someone to ‘play with’, someone to teach her
to stick up for herself and dare i say it someone to put her in her place –
by direct contrast to Davies she is more confident, more self assured, less
‘spoilt’ but far more able to make herself heard and assert herself. She
benefits from me being a far more relaxed mummy that i was with Davies � she was born at home, was breastfed for longer, i did everything with her ‘my
way’ having learnt many lessons with the first baby, she is far less
sheltered but no less precious. In terms of development it is hard to
gague – i am guilty of filling out all 3 (yes three – two were gifts!) of
Davies’ baby books and diarising every tooth, gurgle, step, crawl and new
food tasted, Scarletts single baby book is a bit more random, her milestones
have sometimes slipped by almost unnoticed and certainly not as hugely
celebrated as Davies’. She is very very proficient at getting her wants and
needs across, her speech is probably about the same as Davies’ at the same
age – mama, dada, davies (well sort of!), cat, miaow, byebye, door, gone,
finished, juice, and a variety of eee and ehh sounds accompanied by nods,
eye contact and pointing. She is a great crawler, super fast, she can walk a
few steps but seems to see little point unless she has a huge audience
clapping and cheering her, she is a champion climber – I am always removing
her from places she should not be, she is very girly – she loves brushing
her hair, is desperate for her nails to be painted when i do mine and if i
am putting cream anywhere on my body she HAS to have some too. She will grow up to be a strong, independant woman who knows what she wants and will do her darnest to get it – i have every faith in her making me very proud of her one day – i also see us having hell with her through toddler and teenage years with many clashes between her and i to come – she has Daddy and Grandad round her little finger already, she is a champion whinger and for someone who never wanted a daughter she brings out a whole different sort of love and maternal feeling in me that my son never has..
14 July 2005
When she was 1
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