Inka`s first birthday. We went to Bluebird cafe on the Seafront for a cup of tea in the afternoon. Inka got a ride on her daddy`s shoulders and got really excited when dogs tottered by. In the evening Andy`s parents came round for the opening of the presents. I was amazed as in the week before hand, card after card arrived for Inka and then Australian parcels graced our doorstep for her. She got the hang of ripping the paper off the presents. Great Gran and Grandad Wareham gave her a little doll which we all thought we heard her call "Emma". I made her a birthday carrot cake which she seemed to enjoy. Im such a mum, thinking up ways to get those vegetable in! I gave Inka her last breast feed a few days ago. She hasnt seemed too bothered about it. I think Im more upset than she is. Its one of first and many steps towards her being more independent from me. I remind myself that being a mum is all about embracing the process of letting go.
