Day 248

Another day, another morning of Wee Daftie waking up at 6:30am. Now. I am aware that small humans have a tendency to wake early in the morning. And, when Daftie first arrived, I was more than prepared to adjust my night owl ways (working mainly closing shifts in a pub does that to you) and in the very early days, she was up by 7am and quite happy. In more recent months, 8am was the golden hour. It’s not unusual for a baby to change their pattern but it always catches you on the back foot and makes you question everything you did the previous day, to try and analyse what made the new day different. 

I have yet to solve any of these mysteries.

Oh 8am how I miss you. Anyway, we had a class to go to at 2pm and I had to nip to the post office so we had another morning of household stuff as I knew I would be able to get lots of lovely walking done while we were out. 

On days when I have things that need done, I’ve been fitting in my steps by getting off buses earlier, walking to the supermarket rather than getting the bus. It’s been super. 

I noticed this small river and bridge today along a path I walk frequently. I always love making small discoveries like this in places that are so familiar.

Wee Daftie woke up in Caboo two on the final stint of our walk home today, which is usually totally fine but it meant her nap was a little shorter and she woke up on the verge of needing a feed. Solution? Singing the songs of Mary Poppins to her. 

Good thing I don’t embarrass easily, seeing as we had to walk past a couple of building sites and car shops. Still, a sung at baby is a happy baby! 

Steps happily achieved, housework done, leftovers for dinner, fruit bread baked. Lovely day with my favourite idiot.

Daftie has started teething again. You can as her dribbles have turned her vest transparent.