I love having a little girl, it enables me to indulge my love of everything pink and red and fairy and flowery and pretty and lovely. Unfortunately, I have a feeling my little girl likes mud and dark clothes and football and all the things her brother likes far more at the moment. I do enjoy seeing her wandering about with her pink pram whilst wearing her brothers hand me downs and clutching a robot.
This weekend saw Fifi’s second birthday. I have to admit I felt a bit odd about it. She is no longer my little baby, rather a proper little girl who demands to watch Match of the Day with Daddy [insert his name] as she calls him to his annoyance. She likes kicking balls and scrumming with the boys, but she also loves her baby and her wooden cupcakes and her pushchair. I felt a bit sad, she doesn’t need me as much anymore, although she does regress at dinner times when she thinks I’ve finished my dinner and is too lazy to use her fork herself ‘feed me, feed me’.
We had a devil of a job deciding what to get her, particularly as the second child she already had access to a lot of toys. In the end we opted for a Talking Dora Doll and a Peppa Pig School Set, this has all the characters from the show with desks and chairs for them to sit on. Both toys proved an instant hit. She also enjoyed a pink cake which was decorated with fairies and toadstalls and a little buffet party with her best friends. I think she enjoyed herself. I did. I cant wait for even more birthdays which I shall ensure are even more girly. I hope she doesn’t start protesting!
When asked what she wanted for her birthday she had said ‘pasta’. I do hope she was pleasantly surprised.