Too curious for her own balance

Sunday morning, I went for a short wander to take pictures of things in the morning sun. My favourite tree photo got ruined by a stupid giant white car, but I did get many nice flower photos. I needed some for my calendar next year (I make one with photos I take every year, it’s nice and makes me smile. Especially when I skype with my parents and see my photo on their wall in the form of a calendar) so I’m on my way now. Woo!

On Saturday evening, Jake and I carried our old heavy dining table downstairs because someone from freecycle was going to come pick it up. They didn’t, which really frustrated me. Stupid heavy table. Thankfully, after a few hours on Sunday with a big FREE sign on it, the table and chairs were gone! I was so glad because I really didn’t want to have to carry that heavy bastard back up.

Ashley is getting so good at sitting. We spent some time today sitting on the floor, her in my lap (except my legs were on either side of her) looking at the mirror on her playmat. She could see me and I could see her and we were just pulling faces at each other. It was so much fun. She’s so good, she’d touch my leg every so often to stabilise herself but other than that, she was pretty much sitting by herself.

I felt so bad yesterday. Smoosh hit her head on the wood floor. She was sitting on my lap, folded in half so she could eat her feet. I thought I was ready for when she would tip to the side but I guess not because there was a bang and a loud baby wail. The loudest cry I have ever heard from her. It was… 10 times worse than when she gets shots at the doctors. I felt so crappy that I allowed that to happen. She got snuggles and her paci and a cloth-wrapped icepack on her head and she was fine after a while. The bruise has already gone away, less than 24 hours later. Gah, poor little baby girl. She’s such a little trooper.

Speaking of the little one, she’s half-assedly crying because I’m not paying attention to her. She has her daddy’s full attention but that’s not enough. Oh, how terrible it is to be adored and wanted.