What Will The Next 20 Minutes Bring?

In an attempt to revamp/reramp this blog, I’ll be participating in Writing 101. Hello!

This is my 20 minute free-write. Honest.

Isla is down for her afternoon power-nap. So I thought I’d write. 9 months ago, I thought I’d use her naps to write more often. In truth, she naps and I wait for her to wake up. Or I look at her. I look at her and wait for her to wake up. There is a lot of looking at her. I’m still not over that part.

The part where this amazing and beautiful, funny and strong-willed child came from me, by way of a seven hour first date, five and a bit years ago.

So yes, there’s a lot of looking at her. I think I actually marvel at her. Several times a day. She just takes my glasses off my face and laughs at me. Her way of saying, ‘Get over it, Ma.’ But I won’t. Ever.

Our days are now filled with lots of orange food and annoying toy jingles that I hear in my sleep. She waddles around in her walker, plays with the remote controls and pushes all her parents buttons. Already.

For the record, we don’t mind.

Before Neil goes to work, he makes me a coffee that goes really far back on the table, so Isla doesn’t get to it first. Becoming a mother has taught me to drink really fast. No more three-hour litres of coffee.

Isla is my caffeine. No, really. I’ve emerged from the new baby foggy fatigue. I think it’s because Isla gets bored every ten minutes she isn’t sleeping. She likes to listen to music while I wear her sunglasses. She likes to eat books.

I have more help around the house, but I like solo baby-wrangling, too. I put on an audio book for some hands-free reading. And I look at her.

Last week, while I was looking at her, she pointed at me and said ‘Mama!’

I might have marvelled again.

This happens a lot around here this days.  My kid!
This happens a lot around here these days. My kid!