My little girl takes adventures up the stairs and is obsessed with clementines. She loves books, flicking the light switches, and being held.
She’s doing this thing… where… I can’t put her down. I’ve been wearing her because I need my hands free and she’s NEEDY AF.
All the moms I’ve talked to say “oh it’s only a phase”. SHE’S BEEN DOING THIS HER WHOLE LIFE. HER 11 MONTHS OF EXISTENCE. ALWAYS. NEEDS. TO. BE. HELD.
I have a love/hate relationship with this holding thing. I loveeee that she needs me, but I’m also not jacked yet so this isn’t benefiting me. Can I at least get some upper body strength out of this? Please?
She is finally getting her first tooth. It’s coming up through the gums. I feel bad for her, she’s extra fussy because of it. I’m extra fussy because of it. You should also feel bad for me too. Kidding.
I started taking her to the gym with me. I brought her into the pool for the first time and it was adorable. The pool is gradual entry, so she stood there with her teeny hands wrapped around my index fingers the whole time we were in the pool. She didn’t do anything else. I tried to bring her around and get her to kick her legs, but she was happy as ever just holding my fingers and people watching.
I’m going to miss those teeny tiny hands.
Her teeny hands enjoyed playing with my “chicken cutlets” yesterday. I don’t think I have many male readers, but we gotta talk in code, ya know, just in case.
And currently, as I type this sentence, her teeny hands are tapping my butt because SHOCKER—she wants to be held.
I ceremoniously ended our nursing relationship today. Exactly 11 months. It’s bittersweet.
In the beginning I hated breastfeeding. It was a lot. I didn’t realize before she was born how much your body was still involved in her nutrition. I mean, I knew the details of it, but I didn’t really know what it would actually be like.
I know that if I have another child, it won’t be the same. My first baby will be running around, and I’ll be chasing her with the new baby. It won’t be relaxed and cuddly like it is now.
That’s it for now. I like writing these posts because I’ll have it to look back on when she’s bigger and her teeny hands won’t grab me, reach for me, or hold my fingers like they do now. I only wish I did more of these posts previously. Only one month until she’s a year old! One whole year!