Saturday, 8 October 2011

Seventeen months




Two typical poses for our girl: playing with gravel, and standing with her hands behind her back.

My biggest feeling this month is one of wonderment: how on earth did our little girl get so grown up?  I know in the grand scheme of things she isn't grown up, but she suddenly seems so big and such a toddler.  She has a lovely sunny disposition and smiles at everyone.  And she loves walking, which obviously we're rather pleased about.  She will happily poddle along for quite a distance these days, and generally heads in the right direction.  Of course, it takes a while to walk anywhere at Marisca-pace, but it's worth it to see her enjoying herself and discovering so many new things along the way.



Johnson's

Marisca is definitely growing up. As much as anything else we observe day to day, here is the evidence. She has finished her first bottle of shampoo. Quite how it's taken her 17 months to finish a freebie given to her when she was a day old, I'm not sure!

Puddle jumping!

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Baby!

Marisca is no longer the littlest person in the Crocker family. Say hello to Alice:

Catriona and Ian are now the proud parents to this little bundle of loveliness.  She looks like her Dad, with her Mum's hair colouring.  And even though she's the same weight as Marisca was when she was born, she felt so light!  How on earth did our daughter get so big in comparison?

Marisca was rather non-bothered by the baby, which is good as last time I cuddled a newborn she threw a tantrum.  She was far more interested in toddling round the house, eating her apple and playing with her old playmat. 

Sunday, 11 September 2011

Gardening

Marisca helped us with some gardening last weekend. Here she is with Daddy's gloves, and then later once we'd changed out of church clothes, looking much more the part.



Dogs

We had a free afternoon and wandered down to our local woods for a bit of a run around. Marisca wasn't entirely convinced - she didn't like falling over onto the twigs, and she did quite a lot of falling - she seems to have lost her land legs a bit recently.

We had a difficult dog incident while there. We were sitting together on a fallen branch having a bit of a rest, when an exuberant Staffordshire Terrier came bounding over. As usual it stopped a little distance away so we did our usual pointing at the dog, saying dog, patting our legs in the baby sign for dog, and watching Marisca do the same. Unfortunately it decided to be even friendlier, and came running over and bounced up onto Marisca's chest, pushing her backwards off the log. I'm not entirely sure what happened next. I was on my feet and shouting and running at the dog, must have been enough to confuse it long enough to back off a pace or two, and Elspeth picked a wailing Risky up. It took a while to calm her but she was fine physically, and when a couple of older and slower dogs came running along a little later she was still happy to point them out, although didn't like it when the wolfier one came up close, even in the safety of my arms.

I was really shaken by it. In retrospect, I'd clocked that the dog had a muzzle, and don't recall any growling, so I'm sure it was playfulness from the dog rather than aggression. But there were certainly a few seconds when I didn't know that and just had to protect my daughter. We're also a bit worried about potentially making her scared of dogs as she grows up. We're trying to avoid that happening, but an incident like this could set her off. Certainly if a dog the size of me ran over and knocked me over backwards, I'd be nervous of them in the future. Anyway, dogs aside, here are a few of the photos from earlier in the walk, including one mid-trip.




Saturday, 10 September 2011

Gathering

I'm posting this picture because I like it. It does show up the fluff and nonsense on our living room floor (subsequently hoovered!) but I like how it shows Marisca in one of her moments of concentration as she tries to pick up two blocks and an egg cup. She succeeded and was very proud of herself.