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So these last few of days have been a chance to rekindle, have a giggle and have my girl all to myself for a little bit.
We had a day out shopping in Kingston. Shopping for clothes with Lydia has never been a battleground I'm very thankful to say. History has taught me to be a little more open minded and allow both my girls to find their own identities with their own choice of clothes, and I feel quite strongly that time will thank me for this. My only input is on whether something suits their height/shape/age and so far this advice has held in good stead. Still, as we wandered around New Look there were still a few "What about this?" from me, replied with "No, I don't like that" from her. We do at least share a love for all things grey. Every shop we went into, I honed in on grey cashmere jumpers whilst Lydia honed in to every grey sweatshirt with a cactus/avocado/pizza/selfie motif on. Cactus is the "item du jour" apparently and Daddy is currently Lydia's superstar for tracking down the exact top with said motif she was looking for.
H&M was our hero of the day, covering both our needs. I love that we can go into one shop together now, wander off and then meet up in the changing rooms for a big trying on session. As I am Lydia's style guide, she is also mine. Something else I value in our relationship. And then there's the whole ringing each other to see where they other one has got too, only to do the "I'm walking towards you now" line. Mummy and I used to do that alot.
The next day with some jobs needing doing at our holiday flat we headed down to Mudeford, homemade sausage rolls and dog in hand so that we could also enjoy a beach walk. The autumn sun shone as we walked along with our take-out coffee's and hot chocolates and an over-excited Sammy keen to enjoy the freedom of the beach. A game of catch kept him amused and us on our toes running around after him. Honestly, give that dog a tennis ball and he's engaged for hours. But it was exactly the fun I was hoping for and a moment to savour.
Whilst driving home, I looked over at Lydia in the passenger seat. It only seems like yesterday that I would glance over to see my gorgeous little bundle, gurgling away in her car seat, looking at whatever fluffy, squeaky "thing" I'd attached to the handle to keep her amused. Now we're singing away at the top of our voices to David Guetta's "Titanium". Though not quite in pitch perfect a capella harmony...
No doubt Lydia will spend the rest of half term out and about or at friends' houses. She has a Halloween party next weekend which, finishing at midnight, feels like another momentous step into teenagedom.
This new equilibrium is of course inevitable and I love everything about it despite it's bittersweet taste, I just need a bit of time to accept it and to adjust to it's pattern. Speaking of which, what time is she coming home from her sleepover this morning?
Have a lovely weekend!