...is getting her first tooth!
I noticed it today as she was wailing when her dinner was finished (what an appetite!) At the moment its just a tiny white spot on her lower gum, but perhaps this explains why she's been a bit apt to cry for no apparent reason in the last few days...?
Otherwise, she had a pretty good day today. The 13th of April is her eighth month birthday. Usually I take a portrait photo of her on the 13th, but this time I'm putting it of until tomorrow when her Uncle Peter comes a visiting. It will only be the second time she's met Uncle Peter and Auntie Bettina (They live in Germany)
This evening little Andrea (15 months) from downstairs came by with her parents for hot cholocate and fresh baked buns. Pipski was in her ace. She loves company and Andrea's parents are really nice people. Unfortunately Andrea was a bit scared of me but thats okay. I can be a bit scary sometimes.
Right now I'm listening to the Rammstein collection Oleg 'dusted up' for me and looking forward to seeing my lil brother tomorrow.
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And to think my youngest has just about lost every one one of her baby teeth. When she smiles all you see it that old familiar toothless gum filled grin. I held one of those tiny teeth in my hand the other day...it really is a loss for me and for her :(
I'm starting to understand that. With each passing day Freja grows bigger and smarter and more capable and its such a joy to behold.
But at the same time it brings home to me just how fleeting life is. The other day, as she slept in my arms I started to cry because looking down at her, safe in my arms, I realised that one day she will probably be crying at my funeral.
I would spare her that pain but in doing so I would deny her what it is to be alive. I can't change the world. All I can do is give her what I have and hope that it will be enough to see her safe.
Yesterday, here in Århus a 27 year old man was walking with his 7 month old daughter in her pram when they were hit by a car driven at over 130 kmh by a 19 year old man. The pedestrian was instantly killed and his daughter died this night of her injuries.
When I read this story it felt like I'd been stabbed in the heart. As they say, 'there but for the grace of God, go I'.
I am only really scared of two things that I know of and the second is traffic. I tell Mette to be careful when ever she goes anywhere. At some level I hope maybe that by saying this, I can somehow ward off fate, but deep down inside I know I can't. One day, in one shape or another, death will come for one of us and in the mean time all we can do is to live as best we can and appreciate these few precious years of life that frame our existance.
The 19 year old driver has pleaded not guilty to manslaughter. He already has a previous conviction for drunk driving. He is fortunate that I have no say in how he should be punished for I would not be lenient.
Ironically, the Danish government is currently looking to increase the speed limit.
Once you have children stories or situations like that effect you much differently. My sore spot in child abuse and can't even read reports or accounts of it without becoming tremendously upset and usually haunted by it.
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