Two days into our holiday, the cold and wet England we left behind seems like an eternity ago. As I was expecting and as everyone was telling me, the weather is boiling. It is hot. Unbearably so. Our daily routine now includes plastering C up in sunscreen lotion and trying to get her to drink as much water as possible. The poor child is feeling the heat, her hair ends up in wet tendrils underneath her hats, but we’re lucky enough to live in a cool home and we’re heading to the beach whenever we can. She loves the sea and is a little mermaid in her baby tube.
The one-year Cesca has changed very much so since her birthday. She is more assertive, even stubborn at times. She knows what she wants and will let everyone hear her screams when she does not get her way. She laughs more, giggles at my mother at an uncontrollable rate. She’s taken to kicking lately, and will kick during sleep, in her pushchair and against every object which dares touch her feet. She is growing up to be a handful, but she’s fun to be with. Her smile lights up the place and her sudden outbursts of hugs and kisses are a joy to witness.
All I can think about is how much more different she will be when it’s time to go back to England!