Another week?! How is it possible? Time is flying. Which is great because now we are only 20 DAYS until Ni arrives and we are united once more. Only 20 days until we can start again as a family, 20 days until we can embark on the greatest adventure of all, figuring out what we want, together. Can you tell I’m a little bit excited?
Bo is still not sleeping. Which I’m sure isn’t a surprise to anyone. I’m taking a new approach however for my sanity and her well being and we are managing just fine (even though as I type this she is attached to me, sleepy but refusing to be without her mama even for a moment). The response to our most recent post on sleeping was incredible and I am so grateful to have such an amazing, supportive and empathetic group of women who visit our little home on the web. You are all so very welcome and wanted here.
Bo is for sure getting her first little tooth. Wish I could blame this on her lack of sleep – as she’s getting WORSE not better.Either way you can feel the little sharp edge of her first tooth now, but still can’t see it at all.She’s cheeky and trying really hard to walk, can now successfully get across the room holding on to one hand. She can also climb up and out of her highchair, which is as terrifying as it is impressive.
We haven’t done a lot this week. We had a lot of plans. I made a lot of lists. And really, at the end of the day we just pay with puppets and water plants and giggle and tickle and nap with babe in arms because all those things I *should* do? Well, they’ll still be here tomorrow. But this little babe of mine? She’ll be a day older. She’ll be different. And right now… I’m just loving her for who she is, no sleeping and all, today. Even if some days I feel like I’m going a little C-R-A-Z-Y.
This mama is heading out for her very first night out tonight. Sans baby. With Bo about to turn 9 months it’s high time I start remembering who I am outside of being a mama… so even if it’s only for a few hours after Bo’s bedtime. I’m going out to see a friend play a gig, in a bar, surrounded by ADULTS. And even if I have spit-up on my shoulder, or only remember to shave one leg, or fall asleep in my beer… I’ll be out.
I hope you all have a weekend that is gloriously inked in colour, and you have moments that remind you who you are and make you feel bloody good about it. ‘Cos underneath all the exhaustion and spit up and mountains of washing, there is more than a little bit of awesome in all of us.