This week we’ve been spending more time outside. I love the quiet, mysterious smile the Squishy gets when she hears the birds chirping to one another, like she almost understands them.
This week the Googy asked me to photograph her while she was laughing. Even her fake laugh is joyful and contagious. The real one knocks your socks off. I think she might be a gifted method actress.
This week I’ve been coming to terms with weaning. I probably have about a week more of breastfeeding and the time just keeps slipping through my fingers. Thinking about it gives me a heavy heart.
This week I noticed how much harder it is for me to lift Riley. How much more gangly her limbs are and just how damn big she’s getting.
This week I finished my speech for the Digital Parents Conference. I’d written something and I liked the beginning and the end but the middle didn’t sit right with me so I rewrote the whole thing.
Tomorrow I will take the Squishy to a Bloggers Brunch thing in Sydney. And I know that from now on I won’t be able to just take her around with me so much anymore. She’s crawling. She’s busy. She’s into everything. I can’t believe that in 6 weeks she will be turning 1 and hurtling towards toddlerdom. And when I think about that, I just want to snuggle her close and smell her sweet baby smell. I don’t even want to blink.
My name is Zoey. 
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