Wow, time goes by fast when you're having fun. I've been meaning to blog at least monthly so I would have an account of Mr M's first year. Never really got around to it but I have been taking heaps of photos.
Anyway, Mr M is growing up way too fast. I love him to bits. He's actually quite an easy baby. Sleeps through the night most nights, plays quite happily by himself and eats so much. We started him on solids at 5 months and like his Dad, takes to food with great gusto.
Since my sister has two boys, I didn't really need to buy any clothes for Mr M but when I was in Myer recently, they had the jacket below. I had to have it. The sales assistant even took the last size 0 off the mannequin for me. Took it home and it was too small. I was totally devastated. I can't even exchange it for a larger size. I have one chubba bubba.
Also, in preparation for our upcoming trip to Denmark, I made Mr M a viking hat. Pattern here. In fact, I'm making one for the BFG as well but I ran out of yarn so currently trying to source more of the same to finish it.
I'm not going to waffle on about how being a mother has been life changing yada yada. All I can say is that it's different. Mr M is such an integral part of our lives now and watching him develop into his own little person is pretty cool.
He's also started Day Care (speak to anyone in Sydney and the topics of conversation revolve around property and childcare - it seems). I've had to put him in to secure the spot (well I could just pay for the spot and keep him home but having some time to myself has been wonderful). He doesn't seem too traumatised from being
As for myself, I've started running and swimming again. I thought I would get right back into all of that after giving birth (ok so not right after - maybe 6 weeks after). Seriously, 7 months later and I'm still not feeling 100% like myself. I guess I underestimated the time it would take to feel normal again.
I also need to really get my ninja research skills on and start working out what we are going to do in Europe. I've now come to the realisation that flying into Frankfurt is a dumb idea. I don't think there is all that much to see and do there and should have chosen to fly into Munich or Paris. Oh well, at least one thing you can probably count on in Germany, is that there will be some well-oiled train that will get us to the next destination.