What I mean by that is she doesn’t get the same gushing attention she used to. She’s not a tiny baby. She’s becoming a common infant. Already ageism is hitting her.
That’s not to say she doesn’t still get it. We do get stopped occasionally. She’s such a cutie it has to happen. But it’s not the same.
That’s a nice metaphor for how parenting feels this week. It’s nice but it’s becoming normal. The new is hard wearing off. It’s still great but after nearly 5 months, it’s routine. Even the days where it’s just us are ordinary now.
This is a great thing.
I like routine after all. I love that I’m in one with her. It gives me comfort. When everything feels chaotic, there’s a bottle to feed her or a diaper to change. This is my Lola. My pattern.
Still we manage to have some exciting changes. We went to the grocery store with her in a sling last week. We visited the new Conway bookstore. We’ve gone on walks. I’m always trying the new with her.
And no matter what, she will always be my Favorite