Stella and I are into our last week of maternity leave. It has been an amazing time of transition. As I look back, I can now laugh at those first few despairing and restless weeks. I'd never thought we would get to this place of confidence and joy. I have, on occasion, referred to myself as "mom"; I finally feel that I deserve that title. Stella is cozily sleeping in her swing while I type this, and it has been such an honor to be her caretaker these last three months.
We've been making the most of our week thus far: reading in bed, playing with toys, nuzzling, playing dress up with Kate and Lindsay, squishing chunky thighs into the bumbo seat, and meeting up with some chums for lunch. New Years Eve is tomorrow night and we will be staying in, and hopefully staying up, for the ball drop.
Grandad Ian is leaving the hospital, which is wonderful news, and Stella will be spending some quality time on his lap this weekend. I believe he is the only person to date that has made her giggle, so she's bound to have a nice time with him.
Today we met up for some Indian food with Kelly and Jake, Steph, Laura, and Lisa. Jake was very funny with Stel; he grabbed at her hands and sucked on her bib. She could not be baited by his approaches, however, and she was pretty much unaware that he sought her attention. He was very jealous of the bottle she received, and he pouted accordingly. Too much cuteness, and she is quite tuckered out from the day. Thanks to the ladies for braving the snow for some much needed adult time!
Also, here is a pic of Stella's first injury! She picked or scratched her ear and bled all over her bassinet sheet. I guess now that I am a mommy, I'd better learn some stain removal tricks!