All About Linnea

I wonder whether we were being watched today because Linnea was breastfeeding, or because Linnea was breastfeeding while doing pushups and twisting through 180 degrees on each of two axes (axises?)?

I'm a stay at home mother. That's why I spend so much time walking around outside the home with a buggy and bags of, um, errands of various kinds. It's such a misnomer. The working mothers I know (because stay at home mothers don't work) spend a much higher proportion of their with-kids time actually in the house than the so-called stay-at-home mothers. Between playgrounds and swimming and clinic and mother-and-baby-groups and errands and walking-outdoors-because-it's-windy and I haven't even joined anything yet, this is the little bits I was able to do while I was very sick! Now that I'm better I'm actually going to join things, and I expect to forget entirely what the inside of my house looks like.

But we're going to spend some time at home soon, because I want to introduce her to drawing - I will take some Christmas gift vouchers to the Early Learning Centre and see how she feels about crayons. If babies her age at nursery are doing finger-painting, it's got to be worth a try (but I know finger-painting isn't a good place for her to start; it would be indistinguishable from food for her).

We're investigating holidays in a more realistic way now. It's cheaper to go to Paris than Cornwall, and easier to get from the train station to accommodation in Paris too, and the journey is shorter, so we might do that. Neither Rob nor I has ever stopped in France before; we've been through it in coach and train, but never stopped. Um, unless that shed full of duty-free next to the ferry counts, and it really doesn't. Urgh. It will be interesting to see whether I have any French at all; Rob has some, I know, but mine hasn't been tested since I was 16. It will be sort of like the honeymoon - staying somewhere that's not with family or friends, only seeing people if we really want to, not sleeping in floors or sofas. A proper, grown-up holiday, in other words. Very exciting!