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After a week away from home (John at a course for work, Freddie and I with my family in Massachusetts), it was a relief to finally be back this weekend. On Sunday morning the boys let me sleep in while they took a walk; I woke up to a beautiful bouquet.
Right at 7pm, the sun reflects off the windows across the courtyard from us and shines straight onto the flowers.
We went to the park with some St. Greg’s friends today.
This is not just a park, but a park.
Freddie got to ride his first train (other than the Metro).
This one has a bridge, a tunnel, several crossings — pretty much a baby roller coaster! And my boy is nothing if not a thrill seeker–he leaned over, caught the breeze in his hair, and enjoyed every minute.
(He doesn’t get this from me. I rode my first roller coaster at 26, and cried afterwards.)
Freddie’s been crawling, cruising, climbing, and generally getting into everything for months now.
But even with a solid four months of intense cruising, he’s been taking his time transitioning to walking. (He’ll be eleven months next week. This is not ANYWHERE NEAR a concern.)
Since we’re talking about nursing on the blog this week, I thought I’d add this–just a quick visual of a convenient way to nurse a VERY squirmy baby in public. Freddie only recently started spacing nursing further than two hours apart (during the day).
I’m a homebody, but even I wasn’t going to spend eleven months not leaving the house for more than an hour and a half at a time!
Of course, these days Freddie’s very mobile, but he’s really never been a calm nurser. He squirms constantly, grabs at me, my clothes, certainly any nursing cover I ever tried. But I love scarves anyway, and wear them all the time–I can just pull my shirt down a bit, let him nurse, and even let him play with the scarf. The scarf just gives me privacy, but doesn’t cover his head, which I find preferable for both of us.
Here I guess he’d pulled the scarf off from around my neck — normally it’s wrapped around me in the usual fashion –but you get the idea.