If I had to name this photo it would be 'The calm before the storm', or words to that effect. Minutes after this photo was taken, this peaceful, three-week-new bundle of deliciousness screamed for the best part of two hours.
The wall behind her was covered in superheros, so I asked her to pull her best superhero face. This is what she came up with.
It had been a long, long day, filled with screaming newborns and exhausted little humans. I was too tired to even consider taking photos during the day, but mustered up the energy to take a last-minute snap of Miss Independent getting herself ready for bed.
We took a trip to the beach. But it was too hot to venture onto the sand. Instead we ate ice-cream in the shade. This little person was not disappointed.
A walk around the block on a balmy evening. This very patient big sister tried to teach her little sister how to scoot. But the progress was painfully slow. And it took us almost an hour to cover two blocks.
Hot evenings mean ice-cream. And watermelon. And more ice-cream. And more watermelon. Often both at the same time.
Life has been so busy that I haven't taken any time to marvel at your perfection. But this evening, as you lay sleeping, I found a moment.
Before you arrived, 7.30pm signalled the end of my shift as chief entertainer/snot wiper/chef/doctor/chauffeur. But you have other ideas, my little night owl.
There is no better time to play peekaboo than while sitting on the toilet.
Munching ones way through an icy pole is a very, very serious business.
What are you dreaming of, little one, that makes you clench your fists so tightly?
Let the getting-ready-for-bed silliness begin!
"Blow me a kiss", I said.
Running a business while raising little people requires me to work into the wee hours. Often. And it's usually just me and a hot cup of tea. But since this night owl arrived, I have had company.
"I bet you can't climb up that tree", I said.
"Of course, I can", you retorted.
Of course you can.
You are most devoted big sister this little person could wish for. Please don't change.
"I'm tired, mummy", your big sister said.
So off you plodded to find a blanket, to tuck her in.
You have taught me that a girl can be courageous, independent and stubborn, all while wearing a tiara.
Bundled up tight, you fall into the deepest of sleeps.
It's difficult to take you seriously when you're being cross. Because you look so cute doing it.
Why wear just one hair clip when you can wear twenty-one?
I gave you a bowl of water and a paintbrush. And you created masterpieces on the fence.
Hot evening. Late dinner out. Long walk home. Cicadas strumming. Quick stop at the communal swing. Then bed.
She refused to take off this hat when we picked her up from childcare. So they let her take it home for the night.
She didn't take it off until bedtime.
"I love it when you go out - because when I have a babysitter it means that I get takeaway."
Even when the babysitter is dad.
To paint ones face well, one must concentrate very, very hard.
Best. Dinner. Ever.
Kung Fu baby.
Yep, more ice-creams.
"Please mummy, please let me have just one more swing."