So I made really incredibly ugly gnocchi for dinner tonight. They tasted good and Wee Daftie seemed to like them. She systematically sucked the sauce from them, put them to one side and then went to finish them off once they were all sauceless.
She. Is. A . Weirdo.
It was another lovely, pointlessly early start for us today. Wednesday mornings are baby sensory and, as Wee Daftie is so mobile these days, we have been moved up to the bigger baby class at 10am. I have mixed feelings about this as I know it’s better for her to be able to roam around with the other babies. Selfishly though, I miss my Mammy Mates in our old class. I’m not saying these other mammies aren’t as nice (I am) or that they aren’t friendly (they’re not) but I am saying that I prefer the ladies in the other class (I definitely do).
Still, it’s better for Daftie and that is the important thing. (Is it though?)
After a rigourous class, involving a game of musical statues (we were the statues and the music was Cotton Eyed Joe. Amazing), we went to meet my Mammy Mates from my antenatal class. We met in play cafe in Gilmerton. I am always in two minds about baby centric places but, I have to admit, they are a bit fab. It’s just super relaxed and fun to know you’re in a space where your baby can roam and squeal and cry and literally no one cares. Well. I’m sure we *care* when our babies cry. Probably.
I am just going to put it out there. I love my Mammy Mates. I am so, so blessed to know them. And I adore their awesome babies. Our babies don’t really interact much yet. They’re all a bit young but when you do see them staring at each other or reaching out a hand, gah! So lovely. I just hope our babies like each other as much as we like their mammies. Super awkward otherwise.
The trip home was a bit of a trek but Daftie had a good sleep on the bus, which was nice.
The long day did knacker us both out a bit. As you can tell from the single most unflattering picture of my girl, slumped on the sofa, fresh out of Caboo two.
Smashed my steps today. I planned to get off the bus a couple of stops early to finish them off. Which was a great idea but I misjudged the stop and ended up with a 40min walk, rather than the 20mins I had estimated! Still, every step counts.
And still no vitamins. Bad Mammy.



