Jolly Jumpin’ Fun!

She was having far too much fun to be in focus. I’m so pleased that she’s big enough to play in this now. I’ve come to realise that days with a newborn are just a series of distractions. ‘Look a rattle!’
‘Here, a fluffy toy!’
‘Look, it’s your hands!’
‘Look, it’s my hands!’
‘CAT. Lucy is a CAT. Meow!’
‘Try a dummy. No? How about this dummy instead? No? What about this dummy? No? This one? No? Right.’
‘Hungry? Here. If you’re not going to focus I’ll put it away. Look. It’s gone. Oh, you’re hungry? Here you go.’
‘Look at the TV. It’s bright and shiny.’
‘Sleep is good. Shh. Shh. Good girl. Sleep. No. Close your eyes. This isn’t funny, Mummy isn’t looking at your smile. Stop being cute. Close your eyes.’ (repeat)

And then it’s time for bed. Would I change any of it? No.

Early Morning Birdies

The Years Are Short

The Years Are Short
Furthermore to my last post - here’s a video Gretchen Rubin did in relation to her quote ‘The days are long, but the years are short.’

Thanks to Barb for putting me onto the video.

Winter

The first day of winter is here. Coinciding with Millie being ten weeks old today. This picture is taken from my bedroom and the white you see is fog. Fast forward an hour and the fog hasn’t lifted yet. It’s very chilly and Millie and I are snuggled up inside with Lucy supervising the fire. I confess winter makes me sad this year. I think I always struggle with the first few weeks because I get cold. As in on some level I refuse to believe it’s winter and therefore never wear enough clothes. It takes a few weeks for my body to sigh and come to grips with the cooler weather.

I yearn for springtime. To feel the warm air on my upper arms and my face, to feel a warm breeze and to see the garden bloom again. Is this a lesson in living in the now?

In springtime Millie will be almost 6 months old. And rolling, perhaps thinking about crawling. This morning Hubs and I sat in bed eating breakfast with Millie sitting up against the pillows between us. Ten weeks ago she was born and was a tiny, helpless being. Now she’s sitting up, still relatively helpless but chatting away, starting to intentionally move her hands and grinning like a demon. The passing of time is swift.

In these first really hard weeks there’s been a quote from Gretchen Rubin’s book ‘The Happiness Project’ that has stuck with me.

The days are long, but the years are short.

Indeedy.