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An introduction to our family…

ParentingPersonal / Nov 13, 2017 /

Dearest Second Child,

Quite frankly, it amazes me that I’m writing this note given that I never thought that I’d have children. I didn’t really like them you see. Then your sister came along and it turns out the cliche is true; kids aren’t as bad when they’re your own and Bells is pretty awesome as you’ll soon find out.

I guess I should give you a bit of an intro to us. I’m Mel, your mummy. I’m 30-something, sadly much more something that 30 nowadays. I used to be a bit of a shopaholic with a penchant for red soles…. now the only soles I seem to buy are those from Clarks every SIX weeks for your sister. I’m not resentful about that at all.

I never sit still and never seem to stop, constantly juggling a thousand balls (often soft play ones that I find under the sofa!). Every morning I promise myself an early night and every night I find myself aimlessly scrolling through Instagram. Instagram is a photo sharing website but it’ll be so uncool by the time you read this that I won’t bother to explain any more.

I love being a mummy. You might not always believe me when you hear me muttering ‘dick’ under my breath as your sister tosses her dinner on the floor for the 5th night in a row, but trust me when it comes to bed, I always cuddle her for a little longer than I need to. I wish that I could stop time, to keep you both little forever, for you to fling your mucky hands around my neck and plant a sloppy kiss upon me. I just wish that she’d keep her food on the table.

Then there’s daddy, or Dix as I fondly refer to him (please don’t let that be your first word). He’s awesome. He’ll make you laugh harder than you can imagine, especially if the Tickle Monster makes an appearance. This is likely to leave you with a beard rash but mummy is unlikely to rush you to A&E as your sister has played guinea pig to that previously.

Daddy is a Pilot, or a Training Captain (TRE as he tells me every god damn day) to be precise. It means that he works weird hours but when he is home other people are often at work which makes it awesome for queue jumping at Peppa Pig World.

Daddy believes that he knows what it’s like to give birth to you as he ran a marathon. Once. Quite a few years ago. It still proves to be a bone of contention. Moving on…

Bells is your awesome older sister. She’s cheeky, strong minded, fiercely independent and has a very naughty laugh. She’s yet to cry when she falls over and mummy is a bit worried that this part of her brain is missing. Her favourite TV shows are Mr Bean, Ben & Holly and Oddbods, no doubt she’ll introduce you to these soon. Ideally not when she’s woken the whole house at 5am and it’s the only way we can hope for a few extra winks.

Her favourite words are ‘Toto’ when she spots any animal (our annoying cat is called Tonto), ‘See Ya’ when she’s bored of hanging out with you and ‘Baba’ just to remind us that she too is also a baby. 6pm is Bells favourite time, right before bath. Regardless of what mood she’s been in all day, when she’s running around in her nappy, she’s never been happier. If you can’t find her, she’ll most likely be hiding behind the curtains in our room, please act surprised, even though she does it every night.

And so that’s us in a nutshell. It’s a pretty crazy family, but it’s so much fun. Our house is filled with love, so much love… and plenty of laughter too. Hugs are available on tap and Team Kentish are a force to be reckoned with. We’re very much looking forward to meeting you, now please be kind to Mummy…