Tart and slightly sweet, Winnie can’t get enough frozen blackberries. Some might even say she’s gone mad for blackberries, devouring them with such ferocity that it left our kitchen looking a little, uh, Dexter-y? She’s really quite sweet. Really. Really, she is. And such a good eater, too!
Winnie is nine months old (and four days, eleven hours, twelve minutes as I type). She crawls faster than I walk most places. She can pull up on anything, including mom’s giant exercise ball, the corner of dad’s shirt, and anything precarious/unbabyproofed (most things). She makes the tiniest smacking kissy sounds and today gave her … Continue reading Zero and Three Quarters
Winnie is growing up. She’s growing up and out, around and over, this way and that. Just as when I was pregnant, and my body changed without my direction, relaxing smooth muscle tissue, realigning my spine, increasing my blood volume, Winnie grows exactly as she should, in precisely the right order and amount, every moment … Continue reading Winnie Grows Up
Parenting is such a blast. Though I’m still absolutely in love with nursing, creating a safe space for Winnie to explore her first foods has been a thrill. She’s been snatching green leafy veggies off my plate for weeks, so we decided to start letting her sit in on mealtimes, plucking out the baby-friendly bits … Continue reading Winnie Led Weaning
After some fun playtime on the living room floor this evening, we started to wind down for Winnie’s bedtime routine. When she’s not tired out of her mind, the routine starts around 8 (so that mama can get home and get in a feeding or two before bed!) with a bath, infant massage, Goodnight Moon, … Continue reading Mobilizing
Dearest Babe! Mama owes you so many words upon words upon words. Words about the incredible changes you’ve made in the past weeks, words about your baptism, words about Mama going back to work and the dull ache of being away from you for so many hours at a time. Those words tumble ‘round in … Continue reading It was four months and three days ago today, little Winnie taught your mom and dad to play
Post birthday dinner. Past Winibean’s bedtime. Low light in the living room. Apparently forgot to resnap my nursing bra strap. Also forgot how to hold my child. Behold the self-timer glory: #4 is my favorite. Ah, family.