Smiley Pants

One of my favourite things about G is that when she first wakes up in the morning and I peek into her playpen, she sees me and smiles her face off. Her eyes light up, her smile stretches across that chubby face and she squeals with delight. It's a pretty darn good feeling having someone that happy to see you first thing in the morning. She's such a good baby and I love her to bits. Plain and simple, being someone's mother is hard. My little someone gets cranky, or poopy and just difficult and I don't know what to do. It's hard learning to think of this little person first in all situations, rather than just oneself. It does come naturally, but getting used to it has been an interesting experience. G is an amazing baby and worth going through the difficulties that come with learning to be her Mummy. She's going to start teething soon. Her cheeks are rosy and she's been quite fussy and noms anything that comes into reach of her mouth. Teething is a nightmare, apparently, and even though she hasn't quite started yet, things are already descending into a bit of madness. Thankfully B is here. We are unequivocally a parenting team. Since day one, even though I was breastfeeding (which he obviously can't help with), we have worked together without fail. He's there for me and I'm there for him and we're both always there for G. I read other mommy blogs out there and it really seems like the husband is more of an uncle than a father. You don't ask your hubbie to babysit his own child...that's just weird. I am fully aware that I am completely blessed to have B with me 24/7. I guess that's it for this first post. I have G on my lap right now and that makes typing extremely difficult. Here's to maintaining this blog! Cheers!