Nine months

Nine months in and now nine months out in the world.

My little newborn is long gone and a small, chatty person has appeared in her place. Juno is actually a bit of a handful these days. Still working on the crawling thing but today mastered sitting up unassisted. So now we have to drop the cot because if she’s worked that one out, standing up probably isn’t that far away. Not that her lack of crawling is stopping her from getting about. It’s not a normal day if she doesn’t trap herself under the dining table because she’s rolled under it and gotten caught in the chair legs. Then she shouts until someone gets her out. But five minutes later…

Speaking of that, Juno has been decidedly shouty the last couple of days so that’s back with a vengeance. And to be honest, I’m really over it. She can be loud – really loud – when she wants to be which becomes grating uber quickly.

And there’s even more teeth coming through! Another one of her front bottom teeth is already peeping through after all four of her top front teeth popped out only a few weeks ago. Its mate is probably not that far behind. I thought there was meant to be a bit more a gap but Juno is definitely cutting her teeth to her own schedule. However, it does explain the insane amount of drool.

She started childcare on January 13. And she already has a mild cold – mostly just a cough but you can hear that her breathing is a bit clogged up when she’s asleep. Sigh. But I live in hope that she’ll get all the illnesses out of the way early and that this is toughing up her immune system. I’m not going back to work until the end of March so we’re having a long transition to her attending three days a week. She’s going for a few hours at time on the days she goes and I’ve only left her there on her own twice so far. On the upside, she seems to really like it though. She gets very excited once we’re near the baby room. It’s the toys I think. After all, she’s too little to even think about interacting with the other babies.

There’s one baby who’s a few weeks older than Juno and she’s been attending the centre full time since she was three months old. Makes me sad that her mum (or dad for that matter) had such a short period at home with her. I appreciate not having to rush back to work and that I’ve been able to spend this time at home with Juno. It hasn’t always been a happy happy joy joy experience (funny how none of the “experts” ever mention how much early parenting is a groundhog day experience) but at least I’ve had the choice. So many parents don’t get that.


Juno not really looking like Juno. And no, I did not put make-up on her!


This is more like it.


I can hear her thinking God, mum!! No more!!! Enough already!

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