A very belated 19 month letter

Darling Pearly Girl,

This letter is very late, in fact I am only just sneaking in a few days before it is time for your daddy to write a 20 month letter.

This month we have had lots of fun together because Mummy had a holiday from work. We went to the Tulip Festival in Monbulk together with some of your friends and you had lots of fun in among the flowers. You and your friend Dylan also enjoyed discovering an interesting bench, the back of the toilets and an old gas cylinder. You weren't so keen on the baby animal farm, although you didn't mind looking at the animals from the other side of the fence. The animal you liked the most was the duck that had a drink of water; you told Daddy all about that duck when we got home by saying 'wa wa' and then making your funny duck noise that he taught you.



Another thing we did was to visit the library for a Teddy Bears' Picnic. You took Mimi, your favourite soft toy cat and had quite a good time, although there were a lot of other children there. You were happy to see your friends Freya and Ryan when they arrived, and you listened to the Bear Hunt story and enjoyed the songs. Mimi participated in a blanket toss game which you allowed for a while but then you became concerned, and wanted to take her out again.

Recently we have been reading some longer books to you and you especially enjoy 'Shoes From Grandpa', 'Peepo' and the Hairy Maclary books. You like the dog in 'Shoes from Grandpa' and the baby in 'Peepo' as well as the lovely rhyming words. Daddy still reads you a story every night and we often read books together during the day, it is one of your favourite things to do.

On a very wet and windy day this month, you and I bravely ventured out to the newsagent to buy some crayons and a sketch book for you. You have done a lot of drawings so far and stuck the stickers that you got at Dylan's second birthday in as well. Play dough is another fun wet-day thing to do; you call it 'Biiisshhhh' (squish), and make sure we get the point by squeezing your hands into fists and screwing your face up as you say it. Daddy says we should make you a sign that says "Gone Bishing" to use when you are busy making balls and squishing them flat again.

As ever, you are a treasure and a joy always. We love you so much, precious one.

Love

Mummy