1. Open my eyes wide open and focus on something
2. Throw a total tantrum to manipulate my dad to pick me up and rock me to sleep on his chest
3. Cry real, heartfelt, watery tears
4. Project poo and pee about 50-100 cm against the wall (said wall has had to be washed twice. Im only a wee little girl and i'm already defying gender barriers and doing things only boys usually do).
5. Facetime. I facetime a lot. I'm the queen of video calling.
6. Make funny little noises when I sleep. My daddy calls them elephant noises. My mum just stays awake to listen to them in delight and she giggles.
7. I am pretty social. People like holding and cuddling me and i'm totally ok with that.
Monday 2 June 2014
Sunday 1 June 2014
Whitney Houston was wrong! Dead wrong!
On April 30th my daughter was born.
I'm one of those who believes in preparation. I'm always prepared, or at least I always try to be. I'm a control freak, and I believe careful planning and preparation make life that much easier. And so for nearly 40 weeks I prepared. I prepared for what was coming along, and I projected all sorts of scenarios. Whatever was gonna happen i knew it all - i had read about it, researched, bought the ticket, got the t-shirt.
But it turns out I was not prepared for what was gonna happen to me on April 30th at 22h14m. When they handed her to me I became an animal. What happen was beyond all rationality - it was The Greatest Love of all. And this is why i think Whitney Houston was full of shit. The Greatest love of all is not the one I found inside of me, but rather the love for my daughter. One can feel many loves in life. Each of these loves can have different intensities and last for different periods. But now I believe that true love, unconditional love for a person, that is one we can only experience for our children. There is no other tie like this.
I'm one of those who believes in preparation. I'm always prepared, or at least I always try to be. I'm a control freak, and I believe careful planning and preparation make life that much easier. And so for nearly 40 weeks I prepared. I prepared for what was coming along, and I projected all sorts of scenarios. Whatever was gonna happen i knew it all - i had read about it, researched, bought the ticket, got the t-shirt.
But it turns out I was not prepared for what was gonna happen to me on April 30th at 22h14m. When they handed her to me I became an animal. What happen was beyond all rationality - it was The Greatest Love of all. And this is why i think Whitney Houston was full of shit. The Greatest love of all is not the one I found inside of me, but rather the love for my daughter. One can feel many loves in life. Each of these loves can have different intensities and last for different periods. But now I believe that true love, unconditional love for a person, that is one we can only experience for our children. There is no other tie like this.
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