A trip to Falkirk to visit Wee Daftie’s Granny and Auntie meant that the bulk of my walking was done post Daftie Bedtime again. Another good night for it. Where we live, my humans and I, is by a lovely bit of harbour. The walk along to the massive asda, along the lower Granton Road, is one of my favourites. When Daftie was much littler, and still suffering through the dreaded witching hour, we used to walk along that road together before her bedtime. You’d usually just see me, Daftie and a pack of dog walkers.
I’ve set myself this goal of 10,000 steps a day to raise money for charity but it has also gotten me thinking a lot about goals, in particular, milestones.
My girl is a bundle of energy. She crawls, she squirms, she randomly flails, she rolls. Everything she does now is a milestone. And has been from her very first day. The first one being, and I am very serious, was whether or not she’d had a dirty nappy. That was all we, me and the midwives I mean not the whole town, could talk about. The midwife I told, when the horrible tar-like meconium finally arrived, was genuinely pleased for us. (Nappy chat features high on my surprising list of “New Mammy Conversation Topics”, by the way. I am guilty of bringing it up and knowing too much about baby poop) I was genuinely pleased for us. Then I had to clean it. I was genuinely less pleased.
Milestones are funny as they don’t really mean anything. Every baby is different and will learn in their own time. I don’t compare as it will do no good but I am fascinated by baby development so enjoy seeing roughly when she hits hers. Rolling was a fun one. Crawling was excellent. Her first two teeth were a relief, more than anything else. Pulling herself up, as she is testing the waters with now, is getting interesting. When she does it in her cot, it is equally amazing and terrifying. It’s a strange and intense mix of complete pride and panic inducing fear. She’ll be strapping on the climbing gear and taking herself to the massive indoor climbing centre in Ratho before we know it!
Now imagine same idiot, but standing. That was bedtime tonight. No vitamin drops were administered today. Bad Mammy.
Sailed past my 10,000 steps today and learned that I can walk 7,000 in one and a quarter hours if I really want to.
Travels With My Daftie 