Today is a very special day – it’s the Imp’s birthday!
I can’t believe she’s 2 years old already! How did that happen!?
A few tidbits about our favourite imp…
She spent the first three months of her life refusing to sleep unless she was on my chest. When there she slept amazingly well. Me? Not so much.
Even after that, she wasn’t exactly a great napper/sleeper. She still isn’t. I’ve kind of given up hope of getting more than 4 hours of sleep until she’s a teenager.
She walked at 11 months and 3 weeks after spending a couple of months happily cruising along furniture.
She’s been such a boob-monster I swear her first word was the Swedish one for “boob”. (Tutte, if anyone is curious.) It’s possible that she was saying some bastardised version of mamma and daddy before that, but I’m fairly certain boob was her actual first word. I’m not quite sure what to make of that…
She came into the world tiny (2060 grams or ~4 lbs 8 oz) and 44 cm long. She’s still tiny. To the point where the health visitors are now reacting as she’s dropped off the lowest curve. She was steadily following the 0.4th centile for height but has now dropped below it, which is potentially concerning, I guess. She looks proportionate though. At 2 years old she’s now 75.5 cm tall and weighed in at 9660 grams (~21 lbs 4 oz). She’s still wearing the clothing size 9-12 months.
We celebrated her birthday mainly the day before on the Sunday with a little birthday party, inviting her little friends (and their parents). I made a train cake, and we had a little bit of a dinosaur theme (the second carriage of the train is transporting candy dinosaurs!).