We have been busy doing some rather mundane (in my eyes) but seemingly exciting tasks over the last few weeks, which has brought about some 'firsts'.
Last Saturday I took Mabel on a little trip out, just the two of us, for some quality time. It was her first time on a bus (well technically it wasn't but she doesn't remember the previous times) taking a short journey up the road to a cafe for a hot chocolate. Now I thought the hot chocolate was the treat but turns out it was all about the bus.
No need for Alton Towers, she thought it was brilliant. And it was nice and quiet meaning we swapped seats at least 3 times. Just for fun.
Throughout her hot chocolate in a 'big girls cup' she just kept trying to get down and saying, "time to go home now". Dam that bus.
Secondly, since she likes helping me to make a cup of tea in the morning, I set her up an activity with real cups, tea bags and water for her to continue the theme. No need for toys, it kept her occupied for ages. She ripped them open and sprinkled, she watched them turn the water brown, she poured and poured again. Seriously, ages. I admit that I had fully lost interest by the end and was hoping she might wrap it up and move on. Rarely I say that since her attention span is normally about a minute.
Then as a family we went on a train for the first time. I found an appropriate length journey, we popped them into their carriers and off we went. I did have to keep reminding G Kisby that the train was the trip as he asked where we were going and when we were eating (all about the food man). This trip was slightly less successful due to overtiredness and she certainly ruined the rest of the passengers' journey on the way home as she demonstrated how not to sit nicely.
And lastly, on Friday she had her hair cut for the first time. Fee took us to the salon she goes to, which was full of vintage loveliness - check out those gowns.
After an initial bottom lip moment (to be fair being asked to close your eyes whilst someone comes towards you with a pair of scissors is pretty daunting) she was really good and now sports a very cute bob.
Less cute are the tantrums we are currently having on a daily basis. Man are they hard to deal with, she has sooo much stamina. This morning whilst trying to feed Wilf I had to dive across the room to save the ipad from being thrown, sacrificing a nipple in the process. I find the whole thing really tricky. I know they come from so many things - being tired, frustrated, confused, and most of the time we do manage to steer her round the potential for a meltdown. But it is a constant challenge at the moment. Seemingly they don't happen at nursery or indeed for anyone else.
And I've not even had one on my own in public yet.
Looking forward to that!