Joan's naptime ends in 10 minutes which seems like the perfect amount of time to quickly write a blog post doesn't it? Ha.
Blair is away… still? Again…? I can't even remember anymore. His swing just got extended by another 5 days which means that not only is he going to miss his dad's 60th in NZ, but will also be missing our wedding anniversary next week. Yay for FIFO. Yay.
I have been trying to plan a trip home to Adelaide to see various family members who haven't seen Joan since she was tiny, or in the case of one sister, since EVER. But with Blair's stupid work schedule the trip keeps getting pushed further and further out. Never mind. They'll probably get to see Joan when she can book and pay for her own plane ticket.
One family member who did get to see Joan recently, albeit very briefly, was my mum. Even though she is very old indeed, she has taken off for a safari in Kenya and managed a 2-day stopover in Perth on her way. 48 hours of baby-cuddling time and re-acquainting herself with the little munchkin who was only 4 weeks old last time they laid eyes on each other. Also she got to see me, who was a very leaky (both tears and... other) non-coping new mother last time we laid eyes on each other. I remember looking on the calendar at September and hardly believing we would get there.
We've come a long way, baby.
Blair must have been home sometime since my last post because here he is in these photos.
|Time to put your pants on, Joan|
|Can't look at this. Will cry.|
- Age: 7 months
- Rolling over? Sort of
- Sitting? Nope
- Teeth? Nope
- Crawling? Nope
- Standing? With support
- Walking? HAHAHA
She goes at her own pace, and although I admit to sometimes feeling bored and impatient, it's worthwhile remembering that in a couple of years she will be doing all of the above, and probably wearing me out in the process.
I feel like a broken record saying it, but am reminding my impatient self daily to just enjoy. Remember how far we've come already. And just enjoy what we're doing right now.