Pip is 2!

dearpip2-980x498

IMG_0521

Pip turned 2 today! Life has been incredibly busy lately so I will keep this brief.  We celebrated today with a low key supper, some rather unattractive not terribly red velvet cupcakes (but which had blue sprinkles on to fulfil the request for “a blue one”, on asking Pip what kind of cake she wanted) and an evening of skype with various relatives. If the proof is in the pudding, so to speak, they must have been ok, as Pip ate two for breakfast, shouted for more all the way home from school and ate a further one for pudding.

I meant to share this letter to Pip which I wrote for About Time magazine back on Mothering Sunday, but due to a variety of familial and work related business, it never happened.

Dear Pip,

Just after you were born, I had a really clear premonition. I can remember it, vividly; it stuck in my mind, sharp in a week of swirly, hazy memories. You were having your head scanned by a doctor called Karen. Blue scrubs. Converse. Karen carefully scanned your poor bruised little head and as she gave us the all clear to brain damage, I had this thought: here you were, a tiny baby, and yet somehow I could see you as a paediatric doctor yourself. One day.

Raising a daughter who is Generation Z, or Generation YOLO (or whatever generational terminology currently being coined) plays on my mind. Probably not daily (I’m too busy trying to persuade you that protest pissing on the carpet when Mummy and Daddy have had too late a night really isn’t welcome), but definitely monthly. With two parents on the cusp of Generation X and Y, raising a daughter to be a strong, independent, feisty and loving person, who knows how to say no and speak her mind, is a difficult balancing act.

(read the rest here)

Since then; well, since last weekend really, suddenly we have a little girl. A little girl who speaks in full sentences (“Daddy, I want mah chair back, please”), who has a sense of humour, sleeps all night (mostly) in her own bed and who is potty trained.

On the way home today, in an effort to distract her from her desire for cake, I pointed out a dog. She ignored me. “Pip”, I said, “was that a dog?”. She looked at me, smile flickering behind her eyes. “No”. pause. “Horse”.

Illustration by Suzi Malin. Photo of Pip on her first birthday by my sister.

Share:

5 Comments

  1. Polly Davies April 24, 2014 / 7:59 am

    Happy birthday!! Sounda like she had a lovely day xx

  2. fritha April 24, 2014 / 3:34 pm

    aww happiest of second birthdays! she is so beautiful x

  3. Lori April 24, 2014 / 8:12 pm

    Happy Birthday Pip! It just flies by doesn’t it, I still remember this small pink squiggly person peeking up at me like it was yesterday! x

  4. Laura April 25, 2014 / 12:24 am

    Oh wow Happy Birthday Pip and it does sound like you have been busy – I love the letter, I write letters to my little man and plan to give it to him on his 18th 🙂 Beautiful post

    Laura x

  5. abigail April 26, 2014 / 8:38 am

    Aw sounds like she had a lovely low key birthday! And cake for breakfast and pudding is the only way to celebrate your birthday!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.