The look of pride on your face when you first stood up. I’ll never forget it.
If I think of bouncing B as a beneficial exercise regime for me, it becomes a lot easier.
I absolutely love sharing my favourite music with B. We have so much fun dancing together before sleepy time.
Did I see a 9 hour sleep? I must be dreaming. Let’s see how this goes.
I must be the luckiest parent in the world. It wasn’t a fluke!
Bath time has become part of the daily bedtime routine now. You are so small, this is so scary! All I can manage is a quick scrub of the essentials before whisking you out.
A nicer part of the bedtime routine is massage time. Gently does it! Lots of lovely eye contact.
I get pretty much everything done with B strapped to me in the carrier - awake or asleep. We get out and about so easily - buses, trains, the works. I’m free as a bird. What a relief.
I’ve found a way to get out of the house quickly with B. Restock as soon as I get home. Then, I can dump last minute bits in and dash.
It’s time to say goodbye to B’s itty bitty cutest tiniest clothes. I realise he is never going to be that small again.
We discover that you fall asleep to any song that is 136bpm. This is fantastic. No need to listen to the same thing on a loop.
Making playlists has become a bit of a hobby. Trying to make sure we cover as many different genres of music as possible.
We’re not using any ready made formula any more. I am now a bottle making pro extraordinaire.
I’ve completely stopped watching TV. When did that happen?
I tried reading to you, but it didn’t work. You got jealous of the book I was talking to and I had to stop.
Oh gosh my knees. Bounce from the toes!
And now, ballroom dancing! Samba! Salsa! Just keep going.
The progressive weight training continues. B is getting really tall.
B wants to look around. I can’t see anything lying on my back mummy!
Facebook marketplace saves the day with a bouncy chair.
B is beginning to make sounds! Ah-cloooo! Ah gluuuee. His little eyes sparkle. What a fascinating conversation.
Aaaaaand BACK PAIN. Posture is everything. I am now a professional weight lifter.
A wise friend tells me that there’s no such thing as a perfect parent. Furthermore, it’s important not to model perfectionism to B. What a fascinating thought.
I’m not sure I can use the carrier for much longer any more. B cries so much in the bassinet. He just wants a hug. It’s heartbreaking.
Oh my gosh, you need size 6-9 month clothes. Already?!
Another wise friend told me there are no rules as a parent. All you can do is your best, and that is always good enough.
B smiles and laughs when he sees other people. He takes me totally for granted. It means I’m doing things right.
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