I have been taking Sophie out and about more lately, which seems to be very good for both of us. She loves seeing new things and I love getting out of the house for a bit. I take her in the Ergo carrier, and she never, ever fusses. Seems being strapped next to her mama keeps her feeling pretty safe and content.
Wait. Before I mention any more
about my daily life with Sophie, I should take a minute to clear
something up. I've decided to start blogging again, at least for a
while, in order to document these early years with Sophie, for Sophie to
have when she gets older. Also, to perhaps connect with the experiences
of other parents of infants out there (or memories of this time). So
unlike most of my blogging history, I have a pretty clear purpose for
If you have followed me for any amount of time on my old blog, you will
remember I also have two wonderful, beautiful, kind daughters who are
teenagers now. I did not have the privilege of giving birth to them, as
they came with my husband from his previous marriage, but they are my
kids regardless and I have never bothered to add a 'step' before
'daughter' because I don't feel anything other than a mother's love for
them. I have written about them and my experiences with them many times
over the years, but now that they are teenagers, I feel I need to
respect their right to privacy concerning the details of our lives
together. For this reason and because of this blog's specific purpose, I
will mostly leave them out. However, they are an active and joyful part
of my life and I love them dearly.They are also very good big sisters
to Sophie, whom they adore. We call Carina 'Big' and Jamie 'BigBig.'
They are delighted to have a wee little sister (even though Jamie asked
over and over for a big brother. I told her time and again that was
impossible, but she persists to this day.)
So, there you have it.
This blog is going to be about Sophie's early years, mostly. If that
bores you, you can skip my feed. I have so many thoughts in my head
these days, thanks to this new perspective of seeing the world through a
baby human's eyes, that I feel compelled to put it all down. If I
don't, it's possible my brain could explode, and I just don't have the
time to clean up any more messes these days.