Plain waffle.

It's one of these days where no matter how much you feel like you are doing nothing really gets done and the things you have spent hours doing your hyper-active barely 11 month old daughter seems to undo in seconds. You see, she has just learned how to walk and nothing in the house is out of reach for her anymore, it's all fair game as far as she is concerned. I swear she winds me up on purpose. No matter who tells me that she doesn't know any better, the big cheesy grin on her face tells me she knows exatly what she is doing and loves every minute of it, and how much it gets on mummy's tits!

Ever tried telling of a 10 month old? It just doesn't work. No matter how pissed off you are by her behaviour, just the tiniest smile on her face makes you laugh at yourself for letting your little angel (or devil, I haven't decided yet.) get to you.  She seems to do everything in leaps.  She got her first tooth followed by 4 more in one go, then she got up to her knees and straight away she was off crawling and shortly started cruising the furniture and now  two weeks after taking her first steps she seems to want to run already. Everyone always told me she will grow up so fast, but jaysus were they right, my little innocent baby is no more, instead I have this action packed trouble maker who some days I just want to tie to her bed so I can get 5 minutes of peace, but she is just so much fun I can't complain. 

Saying all this, I know I've given up a lot having a baby as young as I have, like the freedom to get up and go when I feel like it, travelling the world, nights out and parties have to be planned months before hand, money...boy do they take a lot of your money!, but for the first time, every day has meaning. Every morning I wake up and have a reason to get out of bed. And a smile on my face as I'm greeted by my  little girl grinning in her cot under a pile of dirty clothes and stuffed toys she decided to redecorate with. :)

And there's nothing I love more than having a lazy sunday in bed with my husband and our baby girl, giggling and playing happy as larry. 

Right, enough day dreaming, back to ironing...