Willow's first Photoshoot & A Quick Update

As some of you reading this probably know, Willow was born to parents that love photography! Anyway, we were in Mothercare and filled in a form, from which we won a photoshoot - we were unaware of quite how much the prints would cost though!

However, the results were definately worth it, and it was totally worth getting the CD for a few extra quid. I think that this has probably got to be one of my favourites.

But, onto the update front....

1. Willow's first tooth!
So, every parent will know that teething is horrid. It's horrid to see your gorgeous little bundle in pain, but then it's also horrid to be up in the night! I've not been up so much in the night since she had Whooping cough - I would just be up all night watching over her scared..

Onto the tooth front though - our little monkey got her first tooth on the same day that her Daddy passed his driving test! The 2nd December, which also happened to be her 8 month birthday!


2. Crawling
Well, Willow has been crawling backwards for what seems like forever - I found a copy of a review from her Peadiatrican on the 4th October and then she was moving backwards! But it's not been until the past few days, I'd have to say properly since Boxing Day that the little monster has been crawling. It wasn't actually until today when I was cleaning the bathroom that I realised that babies get into the places that you really don't want them to be in - Willow was trying to get into the shower!


3. Hair Cut
Christmas day was the date of Willow's first hair cut. She sat quite still while my Grandma cut her lovely locks off. It was only a trim of the hair over her ears as it was getting a little wispy, but it looks better for it. Her hair seems thicker already, which is strange!

I am now in need of a 1st curl box, I've seen many trinket boxes around but I think I'd quite like to make one myself. If anyone has any ideas then they would be most welcome, at the moment her hair is sat in an envelope...


4. First Word
Now this is something that I LOVE LOVE LOVE! Willow's first word is Mumma! Tyler will of course deny this, and the day that she says Dadda he will say that that was her first word, but Willow when you read this in years to come I'd like you to know that your first word was most definately Mumma!

And to finish the post, a Christmas photo of our gorgeous little Willow xxxxxxx
Probably wont post now until next year, so I hope that you all have a Happy New Year! xxxxxxxx

First times- pizza

Well today is the first time that Willow has tried
grandad's homemade pizza. And by the looks of her she absolutely loves it!
I've decided that this blog is also going to become a record of Willow's firsts so that she can look back on them on years to come!
You'll have to forgive me regarding that photo of Willow which is the wrong way round - I uploaded on my mobile and can't rotate it!
Anyway, for now its bye as Willow is in dire need of a bath!

Why start a blog?

Our gorgeous little girly xx

I'm a 16 year old Mum to a gorgeous little girly Willow, who is 7 months old. Being such a young mum is hard, people automatically place you in a stereotypical group, which I don't fit into! All of the advice for Mums is not aimed at people like me, those who are young and don't actually have much life experience. So that is the purpose of this blog, to help other mums out there. I know that if I had found a person out there who knew what I was going through while I was pregnant then I would have been talking to them about everything!<


I guess my situation is pretty different to that of anyone else... I didn't know I was pregnant, not until 3 weeks before Willow was born! It wasn't until my lovely form tutor at school asked me if there was any chance that I could be pregnant because she was concerned about the size my boobs had got! She didn't want me giving birth on an airoplane cause I was meant to be going to Florida with my boyfriend and his family a month from the day she said this to me.

There's absolutely no words for how shocked and suprised both me and my boyfriend were, but we weren't going to believe one pregnancy test! So that evening I went home, sat and watched the TV with my mum, the program we watched was about babies born as 24 weeks gestation, I swear that program was killing me inside, knowing that I could be that far through my pregnancy. When it came to the morning I went to my boyfriend, Tyler's house before school to do another test. The result of that was of course positive, all we could do was cry.

We cried all day. At school my form tutor told us that we had to tell our parents... Obviously with us being so young (I was 15 at the time and Tyler 17) our parents were not impressed but my Mum knew that things couldn't be done slowly, we had to act on things quickly! I had an appointment with my GP within 2 hours of calling them.

But for now I'd better get to bed... I'll continue our story soon. Much love <3 xx