Sorry it’s been so long between posts, and sorry to anyone whose call I haven’t returned, or whose totally thoughtful and lovely gift I still haven’t said thank you for. You can blame this person:
While she might look totally innocent, helpless and not in charge, she’s actually steering this ship. Blaming her is way too strong – she’s a total poppet and I’m loving being her mum. But she does demand 24/7 attention – the most time I get off in a stretch is about four hours (and I realise this is actually a generous tea break from my demanding boss – not all employees are this lucky. Perhaps Bunny is pro-union or something). This photo was taken a few days ago – just after her four week birthday. The past month has gone so fast, yet in some ways it feels like she’s always been here. Already I can’t imagine (or perhaps remember) what life without her would be like. While I miss things about the PB era (exercise, running my own show, going out to dinner with friends), I don’t want to go back to pre-Bunny. You wouldn’t change it. All parents seem to say that, and while I was a non-parent (ps can you believe I’m a parent??!) I always stood back and listened to them and wasn’t totally convinced – screaming kids along with non-stop attention and work wasn’t really that aspirational. But when they’re your own…some sort of biological cuteness drive kicks in. Thank god, or you wouldn’t survive. But it really is pretty ace.
We’ve been lucky to have Marsh feeding us – regular Sunday roasts plus care packages of curry and spag bol have saved us on several nights. It really is amazing how it can be 2pm all of a sudden, and I haven’t eaten, showered or done anything other than feed Bunny, comfort Bunny, change nappies, pat Bunny etc. Ped doesn’t get a walk sometimes until Muz gets home, dinner is pretty much never started (except for the only dinner I managed to get going – soup. I was feeding Bunny and to be helpful Muz checked to see how done the veggies were. Deciding they were ready, instead of decanting half the soup into the blender to puree it, he strained the soup through a colander, pouring all the stock down the drain. Ahem. I could’ve cried. He blamed not getting a good night’s sleep in ages. AHEM. I can hear him snoring when I’m feeding in the night. Anyway.), and all the things I’d like to get done during the day such as going for a walk, writing on the blog, cleaning up, putting away washing etc never gets done. But hey, it’s not that big a deal. And everyone says it gets easier.
Anyway it’s been a morning of five hours of crying/feeding and she’s just gone down for a sleep – so it’s my time to eat. Here are a couple of quick pics.
Family cafe outing (that’s not a bib on Muz, Bunny is under there somewhere)…
Ped with his present from Wellington – a stuffed giraffe to match Bunny’s giraffe from Kingsley. Sadly Gerry the Giraffe was a little too enthusiastically loved.
Hopefully will try to post again soon, next time with more pics of little Josie.
lots of love