My amazeballs bestie Donna is also the amazefayse Clickclickbang photography.This is Astrid being loved by Bob the puginese.
Astrid fell asleep clutching the duck my aunt Janice bought her. I tried prying it out of her hand but ended up just swaddling it in with her. I almost wept at the cute.
So this week is Real Nappy Week, a week filled with glorious fluff filled joy, ending with angry manshapes and scary bank statements. I love it. I have a shopping list a mile long. I tell everyone and anyone about it.
But I don’t like the name. Disposable nappies are many things but imaginary they are not. It makes just as much as sense as that hideous phrase “looks like a real woman” - what? Is anyone who doesn’t look like that deluding themselves as to their existence?
They’re not real nappies, they’re cloth nappies. They’re not real women, they’re usually just women who eat more or have lots of booby to spare.
My beautiful girl can now sit unaided, grab more precisely and chew melon. It’s been a busy week.
Today Fiona visited. I love Fiona, she is one of my best friends (I have five. I’m very lucky) and is a total crazyface. Astrid adores her. This photo is a hint as to why.
Ever since I got pregnant I sort of had this idea in my head that I’d want to write an essay about how I’ve gone about reconciling my past as a self-identified slut and transitioned into being a mother. But the words wouldn’t come to me when I was pregnant, so I figured…
This week is apparently the week to force your parenting opinions on Molly. It doesn’t usually bother me, but for some reason I’ve let it irk me. Even upset me.
I don’t put Astrid to bed awake - I cuddle her and sing her to sleep. She will quite happily be swaddled and laid in bed so I can sing to her but it takes her much longer to fall asleep.
I keep being told how important it is to teach her to self settle - and being advised to use musical light projectors or mobiles to lull her to sleep. I don’t understand how that is any more self settling than her listening to me sing? It just uses more batteries and I would still have to dash in to press play on whichever gadget when the loop ends and she wakes up. She is still relying on something else to settle her, and I am still involved in some way.
I have no issues with people using such gadgets to help their children sleep. What I do have issue with is people criticising my methods and repeatedly informing me “Oh you’ll make a rod for your own back!”. Who cares? What a lovely rod to have - cuddles at bedtime. I also get “Oh you’ll spoil her” and “She’s just crying for attention.” The latter makes my blood boil - babies’ only way of communicating is by crying. Wanting attention is a perfectly valid thing to ask for. So what’s the problem?
Life would be so much less infuriating if people kept their thoughts to themselves. But then this blog (and many others) would cease to be.
I sing “You are my sunshine” to calm Astrid. It’s magical. My mum sang it to my sisters and I when we were children. It’s a very special song for us as a family, and I’m contemplating having a tattoo of it somewhere at some point.
So when I saw this Wee Notions nappy I had to have it. I’m not a sentimental person as a rule but this will be kept for future Frollies and beyond in a memory box.
Note to self, buy a memory box.
