Judging by my Instagram feed, it looks like I’m not the only one seeing in the New Year with a glass of Shloer and a boxset. Last year I was pregnant and tired, this year I’m the parent of a baby and a pre-schooler and still tired!
Even if I don’t make it to the full 12 bongs of Big Ben, it’s been a pretty amazing year this year and we have a lot to be thankful for. There’s also been a lot of change and there’s a lot more to come. My top five moments from 2015? Probably these:
- The birth of baby D on 15th April. Simply amazing (if a little fast!) and Scrip becoming a fantastic big sister
- Our family holiday to France in August. Fun, family and more than a dash of good red wine
- Handing in my notice from my job this November. Liberating and terrifying in equal measure
- My husband getting a new job in Bristol after what seemed like endless interviews this December. The start of a new era
- Our first Christmas as a family of four. Truly magical
And what I’m most looking forward to in 2016?
- Moving into a proper house with a garden and bigger rooms for Scrip and baby D
- Scrip’s first day at her new nursery and then, *sniff*, new school next September
- Going it alone with work. Eek
- Family and friends visiting us when we move (please come soon!)
I hope you have a truly lovely night tonight and an even better 2016. Cheers.
When we were in Greece last October, sitting by the pool in the last of the summer sunshine (with a slightly subdued Scrip), we got chatting to another couple staying at the resort. They had a 2 and a half year-old, Cameron. In amongst the general anecdotes and advice I like to soak up from parents slightly ahead of us, I remember them saying how slowly the first six months go, and then how everything speeds up, and before you know it, your baby’s 18 months and you wonder where the time’s gone.
For me, it was probably the first eight months that went at the most leisurely pace. I was grateful for that as time went on – I remember being on maternity leave during the summer and revelling in the fact I had a few months of sunshine (hopefully) and Scrip gradually growing and changing stretching out in front of me. But, as I’ve said before, the first three or four months were pretty tough and I vividly recall counting down the hours from around 5pm until my husband came home, and being particularly relieved when the weekend came around.
At eight months, Scrip started crawling competently, and I went back to work, part-time. I was still getting my weekly and monthly baby updates (‘your baby at ten months’) and reading them as much as I could, but each month seemed to roll by much more quickly, and my newborn became my baby and then my little toddler. Her first birthday was suddenly upon us and before I knew it she was 13 months, and developing all the time. Cameron’s parents were right.