So there have been requests to start blogging again. On thinking about it, this seems like the perfect venue to be all baby all the time. I do try not to be so the rest of the time in order to preserve some part of my brain not related to being a mother. Also this way people can choose to hear all about Emma, and also watch me slowly lose complete control of my life and mind. They can also choose not to. It'll be like Bridget Jones' diary but hopefully less pathetic. Ooh but maybe with a little Colin Firth.
K just remarked how we get to choose to do one fun thing each day. Today he took the cats to the vet and I had a couple of gf's over for afternoon chat and snack. OK - so his thing was less fun than mine but on Monday he gets to play basketball and I get to have a driving lesson, so fair's fair.
Emma snacked all day, so I guess this could be one of those growth spurts where she is hungry all day. She seems to have this weekly. Looking forward to the Pediatrician on Tues so she can tell us if it really is a growth spurt or just a day where she feels like a little of this and a little of that.
She does this thing that I love where when she has had enough of a breast she throws her head back, releasing the nipple and making a lip smacking noise. Then she stretches her arms far above her head like she scored a goal. What is it they say? Laduuuuma! Maybe K will get a soccer player after all.
Day two of waking up planning to wax my legs.
