Tempus Fugit! My God does it Fugit?! Apologies for any proper Latin speakers out there. Here we are, on Friday 13th, and Pippa is now just over 13 months old! Yes, that does make me one of those parent w***ers who proclaims their baby’s age by months and not years.
27 year old me wants to give 39 year old me a slap across the chops and tell him “she’s ONE damnit!”. But now I totally get it.
I’m 39 years and 5 months old. And I haven’t learned anything new since I was 39 years and 1 month old. To be fair, I’ve not learned that much since I was about 23 years and 5 months old.
Pippa however, is doing stuff now that she wasn’t doing a month ago. She’s constantly learning, developing and absorbing stuff. She’s definitely the smartest 1 year, 1 month and 9 day old little girl we know 😉
So I now understand why people are a bit more precise when they respond to the question “How old is your baby?”. If the response is not “mind your own business you crazy old lady and stop following us”, it’s usually a pause, a glance upwards as you count the months in your head, maybe even on your fingers, and a very precise answer.
13 months of Pippa…and it’s been about 8 months since my last blog. That’s a really long bit of writers block. Although, I don’t think it’s necessarily writers block. I don’t even count myself as a writer. It’s more of a confidence thing. I mean, don’t get me wrong, my life is very different now to what it was like BP (before Pippa). The thought of getting my laptop out once I finally crash out on the sofa often is often not very appealing. But I also started thinking that surely nobody really cares what I have got to say. Why should my opinion count? I thought that perhaps I needed to be funny every time I wrote something. After all, my most popular posts were often the ones filled with silly observations and some where maybe I shared a little too much.
I miss the writing though. I miss the comments, the likes, the discussions, the thought that maybe, just one person out there reading this might appreciate what I’ve got to say. That someone going through a rough time might crack a little smile. Or someone with a baby on the way can read a point of view on things that might align with theirs.
So here I am. I’m not saying that I’m going to be back churning out blogs week in week out. But there’s a lot going on with Pippa, with myself and Jen, that perhaps is worthy of a few words on a page.
Nappies, crawling, weening, walking, and not to mention we got married this year! In the mighty US of A! And we took Pippa to Disney! I mean, how have I not written about that?
Time to play catch up I guess. Thanks for sticking with me this far.
Now did someone mention Gogglebox was back on the telly tonight?