Taggie

Ivy is off to a child minder this afternoon. I'm feeling really worried about being apart from her. She's breast Fed, she pretty much sleeps in our bed all night with her head on my chest and I carry her about in a wrap during the day. Basically were so attached it borders on over attachment. However it'll be the first time I'll have been on my own for more than 30 minutes since she's been born and there's loads of housework that needs done.

She's got in her hand a tag blanket I made for her that she seems to rather like. If she's playing with it and you pick her up, she grabs it so it comes too. Last night whilst packing her bag for the minder, I wanted to put taggie in but couldn't find it. Tore the living room apart in a panic. Euan eventually found it in our bed- shed obviously carried it up there. I spent last night sleeping with the it down my top so it smells familiar if she misses me. I bet she doesn't though, I'll spend all afternoon clutching one of her socks and stressing whilst she giggles and coos away. She's going to a birthday party on a farm.

This picture I feel is also a good insight into our morning routine. There's a problem not raised in any parenting book of what you do with the baby when you go to the toilet ( or in this case have to spend 5 minutes scraping semi solid baby poo off a cloth nappy). She used to go on the floor before she learned to roll, now she goes in her empty bathtub. I think she likes it because her toys can't get away.