My secondborn is an interesting child. She is stubborn, melodramatic, comedic, musical, and imaginative. She makes up stories and songs, she is a fearless climbing monkey and very self-assured about what she wants and doesn’t want. She is more introverted than her big sister and prefers people and kids she knows well over meeting new people all the time (although she has no problem chatting to tradies or checkout persons). She loves her friends but feels intensely betrayed if (as kids do) they hurt her, accidentally or not!
She told me last night she wants to be named Rainbowy… because then people won’t laugh at her name. I of course had to choke back my laughter at the idea of calling her “Rainbowy”. We came up with a compromise: Rainbow. This morning I tried calling her and she ignored me (as she usually does) so in a fit of inspired “I’ll try anything” I called out “Rainbow!” and lo and behold she, with a satisfied look on her face, answered me.
Ah. My eccentric child.
The “poo face”.
Drowning animals.
Sleeping off the chocolate.
Purple fairy child lying underneath a cube. I’m not sure why.
Stone circles that are apparently houses.
Yeah, she’s pretty awesome.
She is pretty awesome! Lolly is loving these photos, too
As the mother of another eccentric child who changed their name, lovely post xx