Hello! Is it me you're looking for?

The first thing I would like to point out about this video is that I didn't get her ready. This occurred on a Monday, which is Daddy's day. 'Nuff said!

Now, while we love Nanna's knitted finery, I shuddered to note that a button had dropped off her cardigan (where is it? NB. must find and remove choking hazard). To top it off, the cardy is clearly not co-ordinated with her (summer) trousers, and come to think of it, where's her coat?! Daddies just don't worry about these things. They have fun instead.

This is probably the reason why Millie is so chilled out, a remarkable thing given I'm her Mum. It is also probably the reason why her new favourite word is 'Daddy', much to my chagrin. I get her up in the morning to be greeted by 'Daddy!', I collect her from nursery 'Daddy!', at various points during our days off together, 'Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!' Sigh.

I should point out that one of her first words was Mama, but she's mastered it. It's no longer of interest. She's moved on. She's like a tiny Simon Cowell bestowing favour on the next shiny bit of pop tinsel before casting them remorselessly aside. So, for now it's all about Daddy. But I sense that his time will soon be up.

You see, following a particularly vigorous fun-packed maraud around Head over Heels, Chorlton - Bidabell (that's cousin Isabel to you and me) has been singled out for special attention.

Exclamations of 'Bidabell!' are usually to be accompanied by Mim toddling off to find a picture of her to plant a kiss on. It's a heart-warmimg sight to behold.

As for me, I remain hopeful that one day my star will shine brightly once again. Until then, I'm changing my name to Daddy Bidabell.




Bidabell and Millie x