Dearest Olivia,

Where do I even start? How do I even start?

One minute I want to hug you and never let you go. The next I am hiding in the cupboard away from you. And the next, I am so close to smacking you. Then back to wanting to cuddle this 200% of adorable-ness that is you.

I love you so much it overwhelms me.

And boy oh boy! What a handful you have become.

You have gone from barely speaking to speaking non-stop, stating your demands very clearly. Relentlessly repeating the same sentence telling us what you want till we give in. Gosh, I won’t even start with the whining and whinging. The whining and whinging, seems almost endless.

And the next minute you will be singing and making up your own nursery rhymes, and I will be laughing with much amusement and wanting to hug this bundle of cuteness that you are.

Your favourite version of Humpty Dumpty at the moment – Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, bing-bang, ouch! So painful!

Your favourite book at the moment is The Very Hungry Caterpillar. You have memorised the book and will still insist I read it to you – perhaps a hundred and seven times a night.

You say the funniest and darndest things! And you will have me laughing so hard, I am close to pee-ing my pants.

You are refusing to have your photo taken now, so this is the best photo I have of you. You will say, ‘Go hide’ as soon as you see me with my camera.


You adore Theo. You will kiss him as soon as you see him. You will kiss him before he goes to bed. And you will always remind us to ‘bring Theo’ when we are leaving, every time we go out. You don’t want to leave Theo behind.

You have a scary good memory. The things you are able to remember sometimes is amazing, and you will just mention them out of the blue.

About a month ago you started (finally, oh finally) being able to go to school without being accompanied. PaPa drops you off, you whine a little… and the teachers tell me you are fantastic after. I pick you up from school, and looking at you before you realise I am there, just amazes me how grown up you have become. I observe you putting on your own shoes, washing your hands before lunch, queuing up for lunch, ¬†feeding yourself lunch, getting up and going to the counter to ask for more vegetables (yes, more vegetables. Thank goodness I never ever have a problem with getting you to eat your vegetables.), getting your fruits, putting your bowls and cutlery away when you are done, washing your hands and mouth, rinsing your mouth… drying your hands. Gosh! Aren’t you all grown up and independent now! That brings tears of joy (almost) to my eyes.

This week has been particularly challenging. Hell hath no fury like a sick toddler. As much as I was thinking you are a handful… Words cannot describe a sick you. I am feeling so helpless and so exhausted! Though I know you will soon recover, and be back to your normal cheerful self.

I love you so much, my wonderful first born.