Our Valentine’s baby Marigold May turned five this week and because Confessions of a Crummy Mummy essentially started life as online diary it’s become a tradition each year to mark birthdays in some special way.
When I first started sharing a dedicated birthday post for each baby it’s fair to say I didn’t realise there would be quite so many babies – and birthdays! – but they say what you do for one you have to do for the others, so it seems I’m committed now!
This year Marigold is five so I thought it would be fun to look back and share five wishes for our Valentine’s Day baby on her fifth birthday.
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5 wishes for my Valentine’s baby on her fifth birthday
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I hope you don’t hate me for having a Valentine’s Day birthday when you grow up! It wasn’t my fault – you were due on February 7th but didn’t show any signs of making an appearance until the evening of February 13th. And by then it was too late! You weren’t the only Valentine’s Day baby born at the hospital that day though, so statistically speaking there must be a lot of you walking around.
I also hope you don’t hate us for nicknaming you Maggie May. It’s all Rod Stewart’s fault. After we called you Marigold May his song got stuck in our heads and we couldn’t – and still can’t – stop singing it. (To be fair it’s a jolly catchy song).
I hope you don’t stop saying ‘scaffle building’ instead of scaffolding. It’s too cute and I can’t bring myself to correct you.
I hope you carry on being the obstinate, headstrong girl that you are. You might be stubborn and willful but it’s these qualities that will stop you being pushed around when you’re grown up and it’s what will give you your girl power.
I hope one day you read Confessions of a Crummy Mummy – The Baby Years from cover to cover and understand why the washing mountain is as tall as it is and why mummy lost the plot quite a lot. Especially in lockdown. It might be a warts and all account of everything they don’t tell you about the first year, but it’s also our story and apart from daddy, Bluebell, Max and Violet there’s no-one else I’d rather do it with!
Do you have a five or soon-to-be five-year-old in your house? What would you wish for them? Tell us in the comments!