It seems forever ago that I put together an update on life with Mabel, it’s true what they say though, the first 12 months of your baby’s life present so many milestones that you could literally compile a feature daily. Now that she is 16 months (no, I can’t quite believe it either) it is more fun than ever (mostly), but on a day to day basis there is less to report.

Mabel The Night Owl

Since we returned from our holiday in Portugal Mabel’s sleeping routine hasn’t been great. Actually I’ll re-phrase, there hasn’t been any kind of routine at all. She regularly gets up after an hours kip in her cot and screams until she can come down stairs, most of the time we put her to bed on the sofa next to us (the travelling up and down the stairs/placating situation just became too exhausting). Then she’s been waking up again at 11pm for a bottle (?!) and again at least twice (although it can be up to 6 or 7 times) and won’t settle until she’s in our bed.

James and I are both tired. Really tired. And we’re not sure what is causing this change, or why she is seemingly unable to settle unless she is only inches away from us. I wonder if it’s because she has moved up a class in nursery and the unfamiliar environment is having a more emotional effect than what we perhaps initially envisaged? Or maybe it’s because she’s teething? Perhaps she’s just going through a “phase”…?

Last Tuesday, after an evening of “trying to get Mabel to bed” we gave up and at 9pm had an extrodinarily unhealthy dinner of chicken dippers, spaghetti hoops and chips whilst we watched an episode of The Good Wife. Mabel sat in-between us and basically consumed the vast majority of said chips. I’d just like to point out she had demolished four meals that day already. Anyway, she seemed perfectly happy and content. Which is the main thing I guess.

Mabel The Outrageous Flirt

According to her designated primary nursery carer Mabel spent Monday kissing and cuddling with Sebastian. This came as a surprise to me as the week before she had made a rather brazen beeline for Harry. On Thursday when I picked her up however I was informed that is had been all about Noah.

Daddy is as you can imagine distinctly unimpressed.

We are considering banning her from boyfriends until she’s 30.

Mabel The Fashionista

Mabel likes hats. And headbands. And accessorising in general. It is as amusing as it is cute – she will point to her bottom draw where I store her impressive selection of headgear until I select something to complete her outfit. She then proceeds to wear her chosen adornment for the entire day and can become quite stroppy if we endeavour to remove it at bath time.

If this kind of diva-ish fashion behaviour continues into her teenage years then there is no doubt it will be expensive. VERY expensive.

In the meantime however I am very much enjoying these super pretty broidery hats from Boots.

Also this skirt though….And only six quid in the sale.

Mabel The Fearless

As soon as Mabel learnt to walk she started to run. Or at least she tries to bless her heart. Sometimes her feet get in a muddle and she ends up in a small curly haired pile on the floor. So far she has got through two pairs of “proper” shoes from Clarks. And actually, I haven’t been impressed with either. They have scuffed like hell and the velcro fastenings have become worn very quickly. If anyone could recommend some good quality first walker footwear it would be greatly appreciated.

She likes to hang from things and pull things over, very nearly on top of her most of the time. I am considering investing in knee pads and a helmet. And I’m only half joking.

What we did buy was the LittleLife Adventurer from John Lewis which is amazing. We have been making the most of the lovely weather recently and going on lots of walks through our local parks and along the canal which is a stones throw from our home. Mabel loves the outdoors.

Mabel the Chatterbox

Mabel likes to chatter. A lot. She has rather long conversations with herself and I would love to know what on earth she is actually saying. Communication in general is getting better and better each day which I’ve got to say is as hilarious as it is useful, we actually know if she’s thirsty or wants a particular toy or if she wants a nap (oh yes she naps when it suits her folks, just not at bedtime unfortunately.)

Those of you that follow my personal instagram account may know that her first attempted word was shoes (sounding much like show-esss) whilst pointing at her sock clad feet. Since then it’s been duck, Narna (banana), Whoosh (puss i.e. my husbands cat Fathead) and…..cake. Unsure what the latter says about our eating habits of late.

No Mama or Dada as yet but here’s hoping. Do let me know what your littles first words were in the comments box below.

In other news, a third of Team Rock My Ltd have invested in this casual yet cool chambray shirt from Topshop. Becky wore the blue version to a meeting and it managed to give her that “I just threw this on and tucked it in to my jeans a bit as I was the leaving the house” cool. I obviously copied her and ordered the blue and the white. Lottie swiftly followed suit after I text her that it would be an essential piece in her summer wardrobe and promptly emailed her the link. It’s only £29 and would work for any season with a jacket and or/slouchy cardigan.

As I write this every single size is still available. That is until Miranda, Fern, Lorna, Lolly and Lauren read this and order one for themselves.

Ahem. You should probably buy one…

Have a wonderful Monday everyone and do let me know about anything I should expect in the next few months of Motherhood!