We have a little lady in our home who will be two on the twenty fifth of October. She is a fiesty, independent and utterly adorable little second born, full of mischief and giggles and what we Irish refer to as ‘divilment’.
Betsy was born only eighteen months after Gigi, swinging us wildly from a one child family adapting to life with a baby to a white water rafting style of parenting that two under two can incite.
I never fancied white water rafting.
Not very trusting of water.
This doesn’t mean that I had a choice. Staying afloat whilst perversely riding the rapids one moment and coasting calmly through the peaceful waters in glorious utopian snatches became my world. Always ready for the next thing or always desperately looking forward to the next full cup of hot coffee.
Betsy’s personality bounds from her tiny frame as she elfishly beams at all around, fearing no one.
Hi Lady!’, she announces cheerily.
‘Bye bye Man!’, she declares winningly
Many smiles greet our happy fairy as you can imagine.
She is different and exactly alike her older sister in so many ways. I imagine like my own baby sister and I. The same but different. Related but individual.
A similarity would be determination. Neither will be swayed away from their opinion too easily.
One difference they may have is their varying abilities to choose whether to clamber the levels of bravery to foolhardy degrees. Gigi will employ a certain amount of caution. Betsy will charge in vigorously to whatever the challenge may be, disregarding all potential signs of danger that may be poking out ominous feelers of sinister warning.
This has consequences.
Toys that Betsy receive should not be delicate. She is capable of destroying delicacy within breaths hence an Ariel wand that her sister had just been given. Seconds. Broken. Should I mention the unintentional decapitation of Cinderella? It is Halloween after all… turn away now if you have Delicate Disney Disorder.
Betsy is the little girl that you left climbing into the car seat who will wind up in the driver’s seat.
Betsy is the precious little sprite who will easily grapple past the challenge that is the fireguard (we don’t light the fire ever but there is a granite piece that could be dangerous if a fall occured) and you will find her inside the area cordoned off for her safety.
Betsy is the child with a broken front tooth. I mean, I celebrated the day this tooth arrived. The joy and relief of seeing that milky white pearl glistening in a vulnerable candyfloss coloured gum much like the oyster’s jewel primly perched on a fleshy bed. I celebrated with A First Tooth on my blog just over a year ago.
Now it is broken.
Hence the nickname Little Chip.
The tooth was chipped in a game Betsy was playing called Pushing Your Toy Deckchair Around the House At Top Speed aka Keane Reeves on a Life Saving Mission. All went well until Betsy hit a door stop and flipped out over the chair. Gigi was so impressed by this circus trick she laughed heartily and helplessly.
Blood pouring down my baby’s chin made my heart sink. Again. She splits her lip regularly.
The missing piece of tooth wasn’t obvious until the next day.
So we have a child with a broken front tooth and possibly a missing front tooth if she has more trouble with it. She has developed an abscess so far which was dreadful for the poor mite. The tooth may yet be removed to avoid a reoccurrence.
So this is the little girl who I think will climb the tree. Attempt to scale the wall. Eventually ride the rapids herself. Voluntarily. An adventurer. A potential explorer, game changer or influencer to coin a modern phrase.
At the moment she is just my cuddly little Betsy who snuggles into my arms demanding milk and Spot Goes on Holidays with a charming toothy grin.
I wouldn’t change that for the world.
Little Chip is definitely one of the sweetest people.