Dear baby Syd,
Today we visited you and your mum. You were wearing every hairclip in your collection at the same time – and were loving yourself silly because of it.
For the first time ever, you asked me to take your photo. Of course, I said yes. You took my hand and lead me onto your front porch, and then sat with your hands folded in your little lap.
After I took about four photos, you assertively chirped, “that’s enough!” before running over to the garden to pick up a metal pole that you spied. You then proceeded to spend the next twenty minutes using it to scoop up and fling bits of dirt into the air.
You are two, and I think you’re fantastic.
FACT: Children were intentionally designed to look cuter when they sleep. That way, when we go check on them in their beds at night, we instantly receive a hit of serotonin and forget about all the mess they made on the toilet floor (or their terrible terrible aim), or the fact that they make more noise than any human ear is ever intended to hear, or the fact that they play hand-ball on the other side of your bedroom wall at 6.30am.
This juicy hit of serotonin is enough to get you through the rest of night feeling nothing but adoration for them, until approximately 6.30am the following morning.
I had been looking forward to it for quite a few weeks now; this day, I organised to spend with this little kewpie doll – my niece Sydnee.
We had a lovely day putting on hair clips, eating iceblocks, and cleaning our new hard rubbish finds (I gave her her own cloth, and put her to work. Damn straight.)
We also tried out my new beach umbrella with Sydnee’s little clam shell wading pool.
She was having a delightful time splashing in the water, and then sporadically leaping out, she sprinted around the yard yelling ‘noooooodie wun’ over and over, and let out the most delightful giggle, before plopping back into the pool to ask for another iceblock.
feeling safe with her Dad // watching her face shine with delight as the waves lick her toes for the very first time