On Isobel 01

Ah, babygirl. One day, we will watch cartoons on Sunday afternoons, go on piggy back rides through the park and get our white shoes muddy. We'll giggle and roll in the grass and get itchy from bugs and all that scampering in the untested nooks of nature. We will sit down together and read, sometimes our own books and sometimes just yours. We will have water-fights with mummy - you hold the hose, I'll turn the tap on. You'll be her silly little kitten and she'll be our favourite silly kat. We'll dress up in blankets and have a good laugh. I'll make up great, tall stories and tell them to you before you sleep knowing you won't sleep, but lie awake in wonderment. We will prance around when our favourite songs start playing. I'll teach you how to make silly pigeon cooing noises and how to blow bubbles off your tongue and we'll coo at mummy and blow bubbles at her and scamper away, rolling, giggling, getting muddy. Riding on my back, we'll collapse into a cartoon on a Sunday afternoon. One day, babygirl. Ah.