Category: Moments in time

A month ago, it was recommended by our doctor to start feeding Molly solids. So far we tried quite a few different things so there’s enough information for a list of likes/dislikes.

Food Molly spits out immediately with a disgusted face: carrots, apples, pears.
Food Molly spits out immediately with a straight face: zucchini.
Food Molly keeps in her mouth for a few seconds before spitting it out: bananas.

Actually, it turns out we really just have a list of dislikes.

Three years ago on this date, Jay and I had our first drink of champagne out of McDonald’s coffee cups as a married couple after almost being late to our own wedding. This year Molly gave us the nicest gift – the best night of sleep since she was born.
I’m a very happy girl and feel full of love for my little family.

Molly’s superpower is making extremely loud noises even with the dummy in her mouth. It’s a useful skill when you have a lazy mum who thinks she deserves to sleep longer than 4 hours a night.

The best feeling in the world: waking up to the sound of a crying baby, only to realise that it’s after 6 in the morning and it’s Jay’s turn to get up.

How to get Molly to please be quiet just for fifteen more minutes please, please please please, please?

Take her out of her sleeping bag and remind her that she has feet! Apparently, the task of putting feet in your mouth requires a lot of focus and concentration.
I discovered a new snooze button!

I guess we can’t leave Molly to play on her own anymore – after a moment of confusion about the disappearance of our only child, Jay found her happily investigating under the armchair.

Looking forward to waking Molly up instead of the other way around.

Only 13 years to go!

Molly’s going to her friend’s first birthday party. I dressed her up very nicely but only an hour later I had to change her dress (puke), shirt (wet with spit), cardigan (spit) and tights (puke). Surprisingly, her nappy was dry.

And then she fell asleep so we’ll definitely be late. She’s the worst guest ever. Never invite her anywhere!

In my dream, Robert DeNiro just told me that “Thanksgiving is a fool’s Boxing Day.” Some of my American friends might find this information useful so I had to write it down before I forgot.

Four months after giving birth, I received a BabyCenter newsletter with a topic: “How to eat your placenta?”.

Their timing is totally off.

We already ate it in December, fried with just a pinch of salt, on a bed of tears and self-doubt.