Rollin' rollin' rollin'....
Hello, my name is Squiggles (yes, we really call her that) and I'm addicted to rolling. The innocent baby kind of rolling, of course - not the habit of '90's ravers. I'm trying really hard to crawl, but so far, it's just a lot of aimlessly wriggling my legs. Give me another month or two.
The biggest development over the last few weeks is the rolling. It's constant. As you may recall, C's aunties decided to unswaddle her when they came for a visit and kept her for the night. Well, as it turns out, they unswaddled her at just the right time. C started rolling not even a week later.Along with the rolling, C also started sleeping on her side and her tummy. Consequently, I am really glad she now wears a sleep sack.
C is thriving in daycare. Her teachers are wonderful and they have a particular knack for listening to my concerns while gently providing guidance and advice. They are with her eight or nine hours a day; as sad as it makes me, they probably know my child almost as well as I do. In return, I listen up when they provide feedback about her habits. I look at it as having two extra sets of eyes on her wellbeing.
Also, C may or may not have a daycare boyfriend. Daddy isn't too thrilled about that development.
C went for her follow up with the speech therapist on Monday and her prognosis is excellent. Despite this, we are nowhere near introducing solids. Knock on wood, she's satisfied with her bottles and continues to sleep through the night. Solids seem unnecessary right now. We'll address this with her pediatrician at her six month visit, as well as recommendations for first foods.
Speaking of six months, we are still waiting until the six month point to put her in the jogger. I want her pediatrician to OK it first. That being said, I can't wait to take C for a spin around the block.
As for me,
Well, I'm not really losing weight. I guess I would like to lose another five pounds to put me at my goal weight, but part of me thinks it's kind of stupid and lame to obsess about five measly vanity pounds. Plus I hate the words "goal weight" - like, how do you even set a "goal weight?" Mine is so arbitrary. And why am I SAP'ing (that's strategic arm pose) all my post-baby pictures? I don't do that in real life. Ick.
After all, I am at a healthy BMI, even if I am not super skinny and I'm still toning up the pooch. At the end of the day, I just don't have the heart to obsess about my food intake. Life is really short and I like cupcakes and wine. Plus, I hate hearing people whine about their constant quest for a bikini body. A'int nobody care what you look like in a bikini except you. Unless you're Giselle, of course.
I will admit that I've been extremely overtired and stressed out lately. Work is crazy and a few things in my personal life have been quite difficult. I had been working out five times a week fairly consistently until last week, when I realized that I needed a break. I took a few days off and things are a little better, but not 100%. I think I need more sleep. Then again, who doesn't?