Frida is eleven months old (or rather, she was a few days ago – we’ve all been unwell so finding time to blog hasn’t been easy).
Her understanding and communication is increasing so rapidly at the moment. She can now say a few words, and I feel like she understands a lot of what we say to her.
One of her favourite games at the moment is picking up one wooden animal at a time, holding it out for me to name and imitate the noise it makes. She is especially taken with the chicken and the cat at the moment.
We have been spending a lot of time outside, touching bark and bricks and grass and concrete and flowers. She loves looking at older children running around, spying on dogs, being thrown up into the air.
She still wakes a lot at night, and still naps best lying on me – sometimes in frankly preposterous positions.
I adore the little girl she is growing into; a funny, inquisitive, energetic child who still waves at everyone everywhere she goes.
We are so lucky to have her.
