Sophie cries are on cue, every three hours feed is due. She loves my mood candle turning from red, orange to blue her smile lights up she spots her reflection, she sighs a happy giggle, she waves her hands at the elephant and the giraffe, each day making her her mummy laugh. Being bold but not too loud, making her voice stand out she loves being tickled on her feet and fighting the toys in her play gym already keeping in trim I'm getting better as a mum; working on my fitness so I can run with my little lady when she's older and we can go out and play. I'm learning to flex, my creative sights. Reading and talking to her singing funny nursery rhymes .
Sophie Rose my angel, my little fighter listen to mummy and daddy we will be guide you through this thing we call LIFE one page at a time.
I want her to smile and laugh that's my mummy up there flexing her hands to the mike. I'm finally learning to get her clothes and ***** on right, making sure her feeds are on time.
Always found learning practical tasks difficult to master; its a challenge every day to live with dyspraxia. I will get there in my own special way.
When i've built my strength up; I can take her out in her pram for the day. Enjoying the sunshine, grand adventures in the great outdoors, exploring nature and woods.
Or we can explore how chocolate is made. Explore the gravity rush adrenaline thrill of theme park rides, the possibilities are endless and fun, being a full time mum.
Sophie Rose my little angel, my little fighter listen to mummy and daddy we will be guide you through this thing we call LIFE one page at a time.
When she gets older; I want to be seen as her mother, a guide, friend and teacher in Life not here to restrain and stop her doing the things she loves but there will be some guidelines to keep her safe; I want her to learn and keep moving forward when she makes mistakes something I've always found tough also learn to clean fend for herself when Life gets rough.
Sophie Rose my angel, my little fighter listen to mummy and daddy we will be guide you through this thing we call LIFE one page at a time.
I wrote this rhyme about my baby girl sophie who is turning 1 year old next month.