Eight months old…

How time marches on.

This time last year I was 23 weeks pregnant. These days I have a very active baby on my hands who is currently trying to work out how to crawl. She can get up onto all fours but then is at a loss as what to do next. She kinda scoots backwards and can actually get a fair way. But it’s not like she needs to crawl, she gets around just fine by rolling.

She also has six teeth now. Her top four front teeth all came through in the space of a few days. That was some fun times (not). But maybe now she’ll be more interested in feeding herself rather than getting all her food spoon-delivered. She seems to be getting the idea of chewing down pretty quickly.

She’s talking a lot too. We’re getting plenty of baby babbling, lots of da da da da, ba ba ba ba, na na na na, mmm mmm mmm mmm, wa wa wa wa noises. The shouting stopped as quickly as it started which was good but she still loves blowing raspberries.

Scarily enough, she starting child care next month. I’m not going back to work until the end of March so we’re doing a long transition and easing her into it rather than suddenly dropping her in there for eight hours a day, three days a week. I would’ve preferred a later start but this is the only way I could get her into the centre I wanted. Not sure how I feel about it to be honest. I’m kinda looking forward to having some time to myself before going back to work but I look at her and think she’s so little!! It’s too soon. She’ll probably be fine, I’ll be the one who’s a mess.


And we’re so done at this point. I’m such a mean mummy.

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