Monday, October 31, 2005

Nine months

It's hard to believe that my daughter is now nine months old...officially passing the line where she has now spent more time on the outside than my insides.
She is scarily independent, pushing my face away when she doesn't want kisses or cuddles. ...which happens more often than not.
She happily gobbles a wide variety of solid food, in particular cheese and arrowroot biscuits, and now almost laughs when I offer her the breast after lunch or dinner.
Where did my baby go ?!

On the other hand...it is so beautiful to see a real little person emerge, with her own temperament, likes and dislikes. Her very own voice, thoughts and feelings which are displayed so openly in her gorgeous little face. It looks like we have a very alert and intelligent one (especially if head size is an indicator)...and one who is quite happy to be more cerebral than physical. Wonder where she got that from?!

I love you my darling ducky, you are a treasure and a wonder to behold. Now would you please start saying mama instead of dadadadadada all day?

Friday, October 14, 2005

hello i'm boring

This is a profound post for a profound kind of day.

Things that I should currently be doing:
1. Housework
2. Washing
3. Preparing interesting and nutritious meals for my daughter
4. Work on some kind of stimulating hobby to keep my mental faculties sharp and at the ready
5. Exercise to tone up my flabby belly (this old mare ain't what she used to be)

Total number of tasks being completed: 0.

Bah. Off I go, my little one has decided she does not want to nap this morning.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

WWM

For those of you who aren't familiar with the acronym, WWM stands for World's Worst Mother. I think I may be in the running for this rather dubious honour.

Last night, my little cherub woke up crying at around 10pm. As we have just recently dropped the 10 pm dreamfeed, I decided to resettle her. Into her room I go to give her a dummy and a reassuring pat. I think I catch a whiff of poo, but my nose is somewhat blocked and I remind myself that no, my daughter never goes the number two in the night anymore.

She goes back to sleep, I go back to sleep...until she wakes on a further couple of occasions before her usual wakeup time of 6am. I stumble in and out of her room, still sleep deprived from the previous night, a tad annoyed that this type of thing always seems to happen when my hubby is away for work.

Anyway...fast forward to this morning. I get my little one up..and her nappy is absolutely disgusting, and a rash is starting to take hold on her delicate little behind. In horror I realise that she may have been lying in this filth for EIGHT hours.

Dodgy, dodgy mother alert.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

...or not

Some days I wonder whether I am providing my daughter with enough stimulation/interaction.

Some days I feel so guilty letting my daughter cry so I can finish getting her breakfast ready/prepare her bath/grab washing out of the machine/finish going to the loo (hooray for separation anxiety).

Some days I want to run screaming back to full time work.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

smelling the roses....

When I started this blog I thought I would be writing a lot about the personal impact of various social and political issues that relate to motherhood. You know...breastfeeding and its impact on our lives thus far, my personal struggle to determine what role paid work will have in my quest to achieve a balanced life, and so on, and so forth.

For now all I want to do is smell the roses..or rather, the lovely lavender scent of my daughter's hair.

Can you tell who is getting sufficient sleep nowadays and/or had a decent night's sleep last night?!

Eight and a half months (almost)

It is just amazing watching the small, human type creature that is my daughter go through yet another major leap in her development. In the last three weeks she has mastered the art of sitting up, babbling, eating chewy things like toast, blowing puckery type kisses and...sucking her toes.

Her favourite words to babble are dada, baba, blah blah and hello (you would swear that is what she is saying). Everytime I ask her to say mama she just blows raspberries- thanks to loads of encouragement from her father!

Our little miss is very amused by her jolly jumper, and is such a poser whenever a camera is pulled out that I am beginning to think I have a future supermodel on my hands.

It can't be long until we hit the crawling stage now, there seems to be a certain degree of frustration in that department because the connection has not been made between sitting up and flopping onto one's tummy and moving forward. If only my little cheeky monkey would stop rolling over every time that I put her down on her tummy she might just figure this out. I guess it doesn't help that her mum picks her up everytime she falls from a sitting position...

Cause and effect have been mastered. If I cry, just a little bit, mummy rescues me. Every. Single. Time.

This is a lovely age.