Recently I read a statistic that only 20% of moms are full-time SAHMs. This surprised me, but I think it is mostly because my Mom was a stay at home mom, so growing up I kind of assumed most people were the same as me. A dangerous thing to do. Regardless, I really love staying home with Ginny. I know a lot of people do better with the structure of work, or with the house of “adult” contact… but despite Ginny’s unwillingness to nap, we have a pretty good time together.
This is the pram I bought when I was pregnant. I love it! Ginny and I will go on walks in the morning some times, or in the afternoon with the neighbor lady behind our house, or sometimes just in the evening when B-man gets home from work. One of the best features of our neighborhood is that there are sidewalks every where, so each walk is a little different. We turn down new roads and walk until we hit a cul-de-sac, and then turn around a head home.
This move has definitely been a positive thing for B-man. He is only about 25 minutes from work, and zero of those minutes are spent just sitting in traffic. He has also worked from home with some frequency in the last few weeks – which has been awesome in my opinion. I do tend to bother him a lot when he’s working, which may or may not annoy him… but then… if I didn’t annoy him I wouldn’t have cute pictures like this one!
And then lastly, our new house has a fire place.
And the explora-baby has been, well… she’s exploring. And then getting stuck on the hearth. She spends a lot of time climbing up and then kind of yelling at me, then she’ll scoot around and try to get down. I usually stay about a foot away. Close enough to catch her, but too far for her to grab. She’s gotta work these things out on her own. If she can get up, she can get down.
She knows how to get off of her big girl bed. She does a 20-point turn until her feet hang off of the mattress and then she scoots backwards. I guess there isn’t enough room to do this on the hearth, so instead she spend a lot of time looking at the floor, and possibly regretting climbing up there.
And then she gives me this look… with her hand on her hip (sassy already!) which kind of says “Just get me down from here you silly Mommy!”. To which I respond “nevaaaaar!”