Four Months.

She's getting too big to sleep on my chest and it kills me. As I write this, she's snoozing away, her head resting close to my shoulder, those long, skinny legs of hers tucked up on my tummy. She's taken to wrapping her arms around us when she rests, cuddling us back. I can feel her fingers as they gently curl and relax, grabbing my t-shirt in her tiny hand. She always sleeps with her mouth open, little stirs accompanied by little grumbles as she repositions, getting comfortable. The sound of her soft, steady breathing is so soothing. If only I could hold her like this forever.

Her head doesn't wobble as much as it used to; in fact, the wobble has almost disappeared. She takes so much joy in standing on my lap, feet pressing firmly on my legs, as though she's convinced she could balance on her own. She's rolling over pretty well, which stems from the fact that she loves tummy time for about five minutes, then deeply hates it. She also loves to look at books, play with her squishy cube and she scoffs baby rice like a pro. Eating is her favourite thing, followed closely by sleeping. She's just like her Mumma in that respect!

She's growing ridiculously fast; something that fit her last week is now just a little too small, just a smidge too tight. She recently discovered that splashing in the bath is actually quite fun. She likes it when we sing to her, especially the made-up nonsense songs, accompanied by funky dance moves. When she first wakes up in the morning, she does the biggest stretch I've ever seen, followed by a smile that melts me every single time. Truly, there is nothing better than having her see me and crack into a giant grin. It's the best feeling in the world.

My baby girl is four months old. A third of a year. While it feels like she's always been here, I've no idea where all the time has gone. Soon she'll be crawling, eating exciting new foods, talking. The days race by, taking us with them, thousands of memories left in their wake. I'm excited for all the new memories to come, all the milestones she'll reach. But for now, I'm just happy to have her sleeping on my chest, still able to fit, snug and safe and perfect.

Love, K.

Flu And Teef.

So friends, this last week has been a bit of a washout. Poor baby V was ill over the weekend with a cold and a tickly cough (which thankfully cleared up pretty sharpish) and while she recovered from said cold, she decided that I should probably have a cold too, only my cold turned into flu. Thanks for that, cutie pie.

Not that I could be mad, look at that face!

Not only did I get hot-and-cold, runny nose, achey bones ill, V's gums started to pain her. While no
teeth have actually sprouted through yet, I can see them lurking beneath the surface and they must be really, really sore. I'm sure we all know what it's like having a sore tooth, I can't imagine how uncomfortable it must be for her. I knew it was going to be hard work being poorly and taking care of the bub, but having her go through some tooth-growing as well has made it doubly tough.

Thankfully, it looks like I'm breaking through the worst of it and V is sleeping well, so I'm hoping the weekend will be a bit happier in our home. And I'm trying to look on the bright side, like being able to stay in my pjs all day and having S buy me discounted Valentine's sweeties to cheer me up. Yum.

I hope you have an excellent, and healthy, weekend!

Love, K.

Getting Lost In The Best Way.

Happy, clean butt baby

Friends, it's so easy to get lost in parenthood. The days roll into one another in a blur of nappies, cuddles and happy squeals. I can easily spend hours and hours just holding her, marveling at how strong she is when I help her stand on my lap, watching her stare intently at her toys before trying to stuff them in her mouth. I love that I can be with V all the time, that I don't miss a moment of her. I'm very lucky.

Each day has its exciting moments, like when she'll make noises that are almost words and I crease up laughing. I like that we're settling, getting comfortable and predictable, even though it means my tiny baby is growing up. Yes, I know she's only three months old but by crikey, she's changed so much already. A little routine helps things stay the same for a bit longer (or so I like to think!).

I don't mind being lost at the moment. I don't mind focussing all of my attention on her, on letting the days blend together, because I get to have every instance with her. I know many parents don't have that luxury, S included, because of work or other commitments. I won't complain that chores go undone (although I'm working on my chore chart!) or that I didn't have anything jazzy to blog about. I'm going to simply enjoy being with my little one; there will always be time to do everything else later.

I hope that you are taking the time to enjoy yourselves this week, even if it does mean letting some other things slide.

Love, K.