Whirling dervish, fidgety, ants in your pants, whatever way we refer to it, our daughter is always on the go.
From the moment she wakes up, she is alert, there is no rubbing of eyes, stretching and lazily emerging from the fog of sleep. Instead it is 0 to 60 faster than a Porsche. Unfortunately she thinks everyone else has the same abilities and so my hubbie and I rely on quite a lot of caffeine. It must be a real sight in our house first thing, two yawning grown ups stumbling to function while madam is already on her 16th request of the day.
It isn’t just the physical movement that I see out of the corner of my eye all day long, but the verbal onslaught that accompanies her wherever she goes – a glorious diatribe that to be honest, she requires no one else to give input on.
Sitting down for more than a few mins is optional, jumping about is necessary and muttering to herself is becoming more frequent. Her gorgeous brain is always firing, always seeing, interpreting, noticing and trying to understand all that goes on around her. It must be exhausting (watching it certainly is).
There are only three occasions when she is ever still: getting her face painted, watching telly and sleeping. Telly is her switch off; the fidgeting stops, her body relaxes and she is still, yes, still (face painting when she was little had the same transcendental effect). Each night when I got to tuck her in when I go to bed I creep in to her room by the light of her lava lamp (best purchase ever) and watch this still, peaceful angel gently snoring. She looks utterly angelic, happy and calm and I thank my lucky stars her body and brain gets this respite every night.
P.s the photo above was taken in a second of calm whilst watching a very large digger truck out of the hotel window!