We were here first, are bigger and “smarter,” and we’re two against one. But all pretence that Jude and I are in charge in this house is over. This small despot is growing every day and ready to stretch out. She has requisitioned the largest room in her house as her bedroom and playroom. RIP our old lives, RIP our dominance. At least I finally got to use some picture ledges to put up some of my favourite of her books, willingly becoming a human Pinterest as well as this baby’s slave.
Posts from the ‘Mothering’ Category
My friend asked me for a baby reading list. I would never feel comfortable saying “this is what having a baby is like” or “this is what it’s like to be a mother” but I do feel confident in sharing what I liked reading when I was thinking about having a baby, when I was pregnant, and then when I was looking after a tiny new baby, reading out paragraphs to Jude in a whisper to reassure us both that whatever she was doing was normal.
Favourite activities: being thrown dangerously in the air, touching her mum and dad’s face and having her hands eaten, putting her dummy in and taking it out of her own mouth like she’s smoking a cigarette, playing with her rubber duck in the bath, shrieking like a pterodactyl then laughing at her own sound, pulling down the cover and peering out of her pram when she’s supposed to be asleep.