The highlight of my week last week was going to the dentist – by myself! Why is that so exciting you might ask? Well, I got to walk BY MYSELF – that means no pushchair; no hauling a 14 lb (approx.) baby down a flight of stairs with a dummy that falls out constantly; that means jaywalking across the street; that means going into Starbucks without having to do the awkward hold-the-door-open-and-shove-the-pushchair-in-while-not-waking-a-sleeping-baby-while-strangers-watch-without-offering-to-help (and yes – I went to Starbucks after my teeth cleaning, while kind of defeats the whole purpose); that meant not having to hold a baby while trying to focus on what the other adults are saying to you. I’m sure you still think I’m lame, but I don’t care. It was awesome.
Keira has learned that she can now reach out and grab a baby sitting across from her and that if she chats with them, they might just chat back. She likes to feel things. She enjoys when I read her Wired Magazine or Elle Decoration (come on – she doesn’t know what I’m saying anyway). She likes watching
The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills documentaries about Britain’s history. She loves pulling out my hair by the hand full (which is pretty easy right now because it is shedding like crazy). She is infatuated with Phil’s voice and will talk back (more like talk over) him. She is 3.5 months old. And I’m pretty sure she’s a genius. I have officially self-diagnosed myself with AdoringParent-ficiutus. It strikes almost immediately after the birth of your baby and blinds you to your babies faults while also giving you a false sense that your baby is light years ahead of his or her peers – even when she sleeps and/or cries throughout the whole baby massage class that you paid for. There is no treatment unfortunately.
This week has consisted of going to the pub not once, but twice already. It’s actually the best place to meet up other moms, because they’re usually dead (the pubs, not the moms) and have tonnes of room for pushchairs. I have become an expert at planning routes that are easier to maneuver around and which restaurants and cafes have ample room for babies and all their accompaniments. Let’s talk about sleeping though. I can’t believe I manage to function as a normal human being without having a nap (for some reason I can’t sleep during the day). I generally wake up some time between 4-5am, with the rare occasion that I can fall back asleep, which is when I go out to the sofa and wake Phil up (we all sleep better when Phil’s on the sofa). To clarify, Keira is asleep at that time. You never think that the baby will actually sleep better than you do, but in fact, that seems to be what happens. She falls asleep some time around 7pm after our fancy new bedtime routine (a bath – that’s really it). I don’t go to bed at that time of course -that would be way too ridiculously early. I usually at least last until 8pm. I then get woken up anywhere between every 2-6 hours. That is quite a range and varies every night, so I don’t think I ever quite adjust to any sort of sleep pattern. Speaking of sleep patterns, I better get to the pictures before she wakes up…