Ooff!

Ooff! Our internet got sick. I lost my camera charger. I went back to work. We had a mini-holiday to one of my favourite places in the world. I did some knitting. Our internet stayed sick for much longer than it ought. Eventually I managed to find my camera charger (in the linen closet) and we got our internet functioning again. In a nutshell we've been busy and I haven't been blogging. But I've been thinking about it and now I that I have both a functioning computer with an internet connection and a working camera I might get back into the swing of things again.

Growing Pains

Today I have a sick baby hanging out with me as I go about my day. Mr Hippo in hand, dummy firmly in mouth and head gently resting on her Mamma's back.  Her nose is full of snot and she sounds ever so slightly like a Pug dog as she sniffs and snuffles her way through slumber.  And while I am so happy to know that just being with me is enough to make her feel a bit better, this was not what I had planned for today. Nor this week, for that matter. Oh no! This week was about getting the car fixed, buying safety gear for our soon-to-be second vehicle (a putt-putt motorbike), storing up breastmilk in carefully labelled bottles and orientating Emilia into childcare. This week was supposed to be about getting everything ready for me to go back to work.

I do not feel great about going back to work.  It is necessary and I know once I am there I will enjoy oiling the intellectual cogs in my brain and using skills that I had previously worked so hard to acquire. Mattthias will start looking after Emilia one day a week, which I think they will both love (no pesky Mamma poking her head in wondering if everything is okay) and eventually Emilia will love childcare. Over all her toys and the games that we play at home, her most favourite thing in the world is visiting people.  No matter where we go if there's someone about she'll lean in towards them and give them a big gummy smile. She will love the opportunity of playing with other kids at childcare. And she will still hang out with Mamma or Papa four days a week. It will be okay. It might even be great. But right now it all seems too much.  Right now she's nestled on my back sleeping and there's no where else I'd rather her be.

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Little Dresses

It all started with this dress. Spotted and bought from here. And while we ooh'ed and ahh'ed over it at Christmas, my Mum remembered that she thought she might have kept a few of our old baby dresses somewhere for safe keeping.  You know, just in case.  A little while later I was presented with a not so small handful of beautiful cotton dresses and a few velvety ones for when it gets cold.  I'm still not entriely convinced that dresses are the most practical thing for little girls to wear. But they really are so very cute and the vintage ones have some wonderful detailing that you just can't get anymore.  And really, while Emilia is still mostly immobile they aren't that impractical to wear.

And then to add to my good fortune I found this dress at the local op-shop.  It was the polka dots that drew me in initially but when I got up close I noticed all the beautiful little details and I was sold. When I got home I discovered that it was, in fact, a Mama-made dress.  Someone's Mama or other loving someone (someone's someone, that is) had stitched all those details by hand. Goodness knows who had the heart to send it the op-shop but I am so very glad that I found it and only a little sheepish that I paid only $1.50 for it. Less than a coffee!  Happy days my friends.  Little op-shop, I'll be back.