permission for lower lip to wobble
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tonight Rebecca is in Auckland with the whanau – we saw her and her gran off at the airport this morning. Maternal stiff upper lip lasted until she'd skipped merrily through the security check and out of sight. Which is as long as it needed to, really. We'll see her again in ten days' time.
In the meantime we have more leisure to enjoy Maggie, who will be four months old tomorrow. When a friend suggested that the solution to the insatiability and consequent return of the dreaded night feed might be to introduce solids, I realised with a jolt that she's no longer a newborn. Rodger is right: it passes too quickly. And I won't be doing this again, so I am making the most of each fleeting stage. At the moment, I love how, when you bend over her bassinet first thing in the morning, she meets your adoring gaze and you can just see the facial recognition software working away until it hits a match: 'Big Hairy Person Who Changes My Bum at 4.00 am!' 'Keeper of the Boobie!'
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