What do you know, it's nap time again. It's 50/50 whether you will actually fall asleep or whether you will chatter and chuck things around in order to get my attention. Anyway, I shall grab my moment.
You are becoming much more vocal about your needs, frustrations and desires. No longer a passive little baby, not that you ever were, now a swaggering chattering toddler who I can almost have conversations with. We look each other in the eye much more; a nod and wink, things are understood.
The days that I am not with you are a challenge for both of us. I miss you and try not to interfere with daddy's way of doing things. And you sense that it is not a normal day, and very quickly let us know that you don't like these changes afoot; nothing hysterical, just a little more ah-ah-ah-ing than usual. But when I come home to your smiling food covered face, ahhhhh, it's lovely, and daddy hands you over then retires to "sit for a minute" on the couch. Within minutes I hear the snoring.
I used to think people must be relieved to get away from their kids for a bit. That sounds harsher than it's meant, but you'll know what I mean one day. However, I am surprised to find that I require very little 'me' time now. I love doing things with you and the day passes with pleasing rounds of feeding, drinking, nappy changing, playing and napping. Though I must stop putting you in five different outfits before settling on the final one...
This weekend we're taking you to see Santa in his grotty, sorry, grotto. My idea of hell.
Signing off, 13h57. And it's snowing.
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