I can’t tell you how many times I blamed “baby brain” and really knew better.
It took me a little while, (read: few months), to correct this one:
I would come out of a store with a cart full of groceries and a little baby girl. I would immediately put Mila into the car, in her car seat and finish loading the groceries into the trunk. When I was finished, I’d stare at the cart, thinking, Crap I don’t want to leave Mila sitting there to put this in the cart return. Oh well, I’ll just leave it here. And then I would feel so guilty for just leaving a cart between cars. Oh well, my baby was more important!
Um, yeah. This is an easy one for a person thinking straight: put the groceries away, roll the cart to the return, carry baby back to the car. I felt so stupid when I realized.
March 4, 2012.
7 months, 3 weeks.
I wrote this back in October 2012. Sometimes it takes me a while to get things posted onto the blog.
I remember when Mila was in her early weeks or months of life when my husband made the comment, “I can’t wait for Mila to walk and talk”, to which I quickly replied, “why, so she never slows down and won’t shut up?” It was a joke for a while.
I can understand where he was coming from — you want your baby to be able to communicate with you and verbalize when something is wrong. Was he really in such a rush to change our conversations into a spelling bee? Between the both of us, we won’t know what the heck the other is saying, (we’re both not-so-great spellers)!
This is the first year we celebrated Three Kings Day with Mila. As a matter of fact, I can’t remember the last time I celebrated Three Kings Day. I was probably a little one.
I had purchased a Dora DVD that explains Three Kings Day, however I really don’t think Mila understands quite yet. We didn’t do the traditional things, like putting grass and water out for the camels, that I had done when I was a kid. We just kept the tree up and held three presents aside for Mila to open.
And of course, Mila had a blast opening more presents.
January 6, 2013 – not quite 18 months.
You know just how clean your floors are by the bottom of your toddler’s socks.