My first shoes

And with first steps it has to be done…my first shoes.

On the Saturday after Phoebe started walking we took her to Maidstone to the Golden Boot to get her feet measured and her first proper pair of shoes. She was a size 4G!

Now she has started taking those first steps, even though it’s early days, I want to encourage her to wear shoes and walk as much as possible. She doesn’t normally sit still for 5 minutes even so I think she might be quite an active child and as we live so close to the beach I’m hoping she’ll be quite ‘outdoorsy’

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and then away she went… We tried on a couple of different pairs of shoes but we went with these cream and spotty canvas ones! (CREAM, what was I thinking!) Oh well I’ve been told she’ll grow out of them within a couple of months so we’ll then be onto another pair!


I can walk!

Phoebe took her first proper steps on Friday 17 February and although it felt a long time coming it made me feel super duper proud of her!

Because she was born six weeks early we’ve always noticed she was a tad behind physically on a lot of things. She sat up a lot later than other babies and seemed to crawl quite late and walking has been the same but we’ve got there in the end. And all babies are different so she might always have been destined to walk at this time.

Anyway in the morning on the Friday she took 4 steps – the most she’d done to date and then by lunch she went up to six and then in the afternoon this happened!

Made my heart burst!

My first haircut

Phoebe’s hair has really started to get in her face and although it’s not that long it did need a bit of a trim at the front so I took her to get her first haircut.

We went to a little salon just round the corner from our house and they were really lovely and good with her. She sat on my lap while she was having it cut and i let her play with my phone and the lady gave her the water squirter to play with. Then ta-dah a few seconds later it was done. And the brucie bonus was they only charged me 50p. Wish my haircuts cost that much.

She does look a lot smarter though and it’s out of her eyes which is the main thing.

And because she was so good they gave her a biscuit at the end.

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February 2016



This month I’ve:

  • Made weight gains and I’m now up to 13lb 30z
  • I’ve had my third lot of jabs
  • I’ve started grabbing things with my hands
  • I’m more alert
  • I celebrated my first Valentine’s Day
  • I went swimming for the first time and really enjoyed it
  • My mummy went back to work for a day
  • My Nana looked after me for the first time on my own
  • My Mummy and Daddy asked Emma and Jake to be my ‘Godparents’

Back to work

Today was my first day back to work. It was terribly hard and my whole heart and head was raging with emotions.

Just because I have gone back to work today doesn’t mean I don’t love you. In fact it’s the hardest thing I’ve had to do so far. I’ve been gone for 12 hours today.

Just because I have hardly seen you today doesn’t mean I don’t love you. We’ve spent the last 12 months together and it felt so weird today not seeing you wake before I left for work and then getting home to find you were so tired it was bedtime straight away.

Just because I cried when I saw you tonight doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It was purely a build up of emotions over the day that I couldn’t control and it was bursting out my eyes when I walked through the door.

Just because I was only able to FaceTime you for a very short time today doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It’s purely because I had to get back to work and if I could have spent all afternoon cooing over you through my phone I would have.

Just because I forgot to pack nanny enough muslins doesn’t mean I don’t love you.

Just because you sleep in your own room and you have since week 3 doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I have made this decision for your own benefit to feel like you have your own space and your own safe haven at night time.

Just because I need to take a break sometimes doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It just means I need to take 5 minutes on my own in another room just to gather my thoughts and think how the hell am I going to get you to stop crying.

Just because I let you cry ‘it’ out sometimes doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Whatever ‘it’ is. I most definitely do love you.