Two kinds of people

This entry was originally about how far DD has evolved up the food chain in the last two months but as I was writing it I realised it was heading more into the direction of a discussion about the two kinds of people who have babies - those who want them to stay ickle-wickle-teeny-tiny for as long as posible and those who can't wait for them to grow up.....

DBF and I fall firmly into the second category.

This all started right from the beginning when people were telling me that I'd miss having the baby inside me when she was born. Nope. Not at all.

Then when she moved up to the next size of clothing there were those that said 'oh, isn't it a shame they have to get bigger'. Nope. Not at all.

Don't get me wrong, I loved feeling the baby move inside me, I loved my teeny-tiny newborn and I love my two month old little girl that can smile, chat and hold my finger.

I’ve enjoyed all the stages so far but the older she gets, the easier it gets and I personally can’t wait for when she can move herself, entertain herself, feed herself, go to the toilet herself, sleep properly, tell us what she wants in a method other than crying and generally be less dependent on me and DBF for everything.

Now I know all of the above will take a long time to happen but I see each passing day as a step towards it all and I love seeing how she develops and the chain of events that lead to that independence.

Take now for instance. She’s lying on her changing mat stretching, kicking and wriggling quite contentedly and every now and again she looks up to check I’m still here and if I don’t pay her attention she squeaks at me and gives me a big grin. All of that is something she wasn’t doing this time last week and it means that I’ve had time to answer all my emails, smurf the web a bit and write this blog entry.

It also gives her time to explore her body and look at the world around her without having to gaze over my shoulder all the time.

DBF’s reason for wanting her bigger is slightly different. He wants to play. She’s nowhere near big enough at the moment to do all the things he wants to do with her and he finds that frustrating. For example, I spend my evenings trying to create a calm, relaxed environment to encourage sleep – I left DD with DBF for a bit a couple of nights ago and came back to find him spinning her round the room and her with a look of terror on her face!

Needless to say he won’t be doing that again for a while.

Anyway, I’m sure at some point I’ll be missing this early stage of babyhood but whenever I find myself looking back whistfully I will remind myself of the total sleep deprivation, the sore nipples, the constant nappy changes and the fact that every piece of clothing I own smells vaguely of regurgitated milk...