At Christmas you started babbling more and came out with your first word - 'mama', closely followed by something that sounds remarkably like 'Lily'. As happy as we are, Lily is concentrating on getting you to say 'dada', I think she wants you to hurry up and complete the set.
You now have four teeth. Two bottom middles ones, one top middle one and then one to the left! You've hardly grizzled, but when you do we take it seriously because you're not one to fuss.
On Wednesday afternoons and Fridays you attend the same nursery as Lily. You seem to really like it there and the staff always tell us how smiley you are. You particularly like to play with musical instruments, and anything that makes a loud noise. It's the same at home where you love it when I get out the music box and we do some singing. In the evenings you are getting more and more involved with storytime, enjoying turning the pages, lifting the flaps and stroking the textured pages in some of your favourite books.
It may sound cliched or even exaggerated. But you're always smiling. Seriously, you smile about 98% of the time. You have always been this way, a contented and smiling baby. I don't think this is down to anything I have done, I like to think it is just the way you are. Laid back and easily pleased. I hope it continues!
If people aren't commenting on how happy and smiley you are, they're commenting on the colour of your hair. I wasn't as surprised by this as I was when Lily came out blonde. I always assumed she would be brunette like me and didn't take into account that your Daddy was blonde until he was five. I had no expectations with you but your Aunty 'Ouisey had ginger hair (or, as your Godfather Neil calls it, 'African Sunset') as did my cousin, my Uncle and my Great-Grandfather, so it isn't that much of a surprise.
You have packed a lot in this last year. As well as all the developmental-stuff you've also been to the zoo, the farm and the aquarium. You have celebrated your first Christmas. You were even chosen to model for an advertising campaign for a pram. It's been a busy year! No wonder it seems to have flown by so quickly.
Your arrival into our lives has made our family feel complete. I sometimes feel like you have always been here, I can't remember life without you anymore. When I was pregnant I worried about having another child, I worried that perhaps people were lying when they said your love just grows. But it truly does. Being a Mummy to you for the last 11 months has already more than made up for 9 months of vomiting eight times a day. I haven't forgotten how awful I felt during pregnancy, how wretched it was to be so ill, but I was so right to keep hanging on, faithful that when you arrived all would be well. And it is.