Happy Random Mumma Thoughts Thursday, dear readers. It was a day of sunshiney goodness here in Melbourne. I’m feeling sunshiney, too. Good weather will do that to me. Are you the same?
Last week, you may recall my original idea for RMTT was torpedoed by the baby without boob. For the record, that little experiment had been going well for three days, seeing Zee settling in his cot without a breastfeed a little better each time. Until, that is, he awoke on the fourth day with a temperature threatening 40 degrees celsius. So blah, blah, blah - and we start again.
But back to last week’s RMTT. I was feeling a bit soft in the head, I think. My kids had been making me crazy and I thought, why not use this moment when all I really want to do is reflect on their ability to be a pain in my arse and instead, reflect on random baby loveliness. Because there is so very much of it on which to reflect.
So, using some visual aids from my own private collection, I give you –
Random Little Peeps Loveliness
1. Baby feet – tiny and pink and lovely. Sigh. This pair belongs to LD. Is it just a movie cliché that, post-birth, the first thing to do is count toes? Or did you do it? I was just so thrilled to see this little person who’d been hiding within me that I wouldn’t have cared if he had 27 toes! Well, initially. I think it may have bothered me eventually……
2. Baby hands – again, tiny and pink and lovely. But bearing surprisingly sharp nails. Tiny little weapons that are near impossible to trim. Oh, but the cuteness!
3. Elbow dimple – oh please, tell me this doesn’t make you just want to take a bite?
4. Baby cheek – is there anything softer or more squishy? I am constantly, constantly pressing my cheek against Zee’s. It so incredibly pillowy and delicious.
5. Toofs! – there’s something bittersweet about baby getting their first teeth because it is the first very real sign that they are marching steadily out of their babydom. And, of course, if you’re still breastfeeding, it’s like juggling knives.
6. Boob smoosh – oh, how I adored gazing down at the little face, milk drunk and passed out in my bosom. This is LD’s tiny, tiny head buried in my massive, massive boob.
7. The Crash – I won’t sleep, I won’t sleep, I won’t – I’m out.
Oh, lovely baby loveliness. If I had Angelina's wealth (and her army of nannies), I would have a zillions bambinos too……