Big Girl Nursing

She has slept through her morning nursing session. I am not waking her up to nurse her. And I am leaving for work in like 5 minutes. We only nurse twice in a 24 hour period... maybe 3 times if she is in the mood when I get home from work.

She is not walking yet, but...

I think we need to get real shoes for her. For one, we are coming into fall/winter. And for two, she will be walking soon. Her favourite game right now is the one where you hold her hands and walk behind her while she walks. Nothing makes her happier right now. She will break into belly laughs while doing this.

She is not a fan of shoes though. She is not a fan of socks either. She really likes to be barefoot. This worked last year - in her first few months she wore sleepers with feet, then spring came and it felt warm most days so she went without shoes/ socks. I mean, she started out wearing them and when we weren't looking (ha! even when we were looking) she'd take them off. Recently we bought her some cute little soft soled shoes. We have almost lost them several times because she takes them off. It is time though for something more serious, harder to get off, etc. Real shoes. Big girl shoes.

I have no idea what to look for in shoes for little ones.

Plus, she has narrow long feet. My mom was saying we had to special order shoes for me - I had the same issue.

So... um... yeah... shoes.

Oh yeah and then yesterday we were in a coffee shop - the three of us - and a grandma comes in with her 10 1/2 month old grand-daughter. C is waving and smiling and clapping in the direction of the 10 1/2 month old. Generally being social and cute. So the grandmother comes over and we all chit chat - how old is she? what's her name? Like you do. Then grandmother asks, "Is she walking yet?" Um no. "Well she is - she took her first steps yesterday." Which is lovely and cool and fun and everything else. Sometimes the whole mamahood stuff feels weirdly competitive, like we are all comparing notes... like it is a race... and I remember my dad telling me that the longer they crawl and the later they walk the better they are as readers. I have no idea if this is true or not. Maybe it is a right brain left brain thing. I don't know. But it makes me feel better. That and the idea that childhood is a journey, not a race.

So there you go.

So Many Posts ... So Little Time

There was the post about our 3 year anniversary of legal legal marriage and chrysanthemums... and another little post about C having a moment of anger (tantrum)... but I have no energy.

Hard

It's been hard work this going back to work thing. Add to that the family cold. I had a day and a half off work this week. Can't believe tomorrow is Thursday. Feel very much behind.

Friday I'm in Love

Another Friday. I am back to looking forward to the weekends. When I was on mat leave everyday was a weekend... you know? Especially with A being a chef and not really having many weekends off. I miss grocery shopping on a Wednesday.

Rainy and muggy day. I took C for a walk. I daydreamed and remembered and generally got lost in the September-ness of the afternoon.

She just fell asleep

For the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, getting C to sleep tonight was easy. She didn't need to be rocked like usual... she just fell asleep in my arms. Then I moved her to her crib and she didn't open her eyes or protest or anything.

I am the mama of a 1 year old.

I made it!

Well I made it through the week. Granted it was a 4 day week. And the kitchen is a mess and many things throughout the house are un-done. But there you go. Working mama time. I am exhausted. I've got more laundry going in the background. I must get upstairs and get some dishes done. The floors are looking pretty bad, but they will have to wait for tomorrow.

All is well here.

Birthday party on Sunday... actual birthday on Monday!

The First Day

Back to work today. I will meet 95 students over the course of two days. Overwhelmed. A did well with C on her own today. I did okay with C in the evening. She is sleeping now. It seemed to take forever to get her to finally fall asleep. Maybe because I am anxious to have some time to work on my teacher work.