Heady

Today as I walked home from the breastfeeding group we go to, Audrey fell asleep in the carrier as she often does. We got home, I shut the door quietly behind us, gently untucked the fabric of the carrier from around her, and carried her upstairs to bed curled against my chest, her little warm hands resting on my skin, her breath soft and sweet and even. I tried to think of a word to describe it, as I laid her down on the green cot sheets and draped layer after layer of soft, pale, hand made blankets over her little sleeping body. A word that would encapsulate that feeling of motherhood that I had at that moment, that intoxicating, dizzy moment of knowing with everything in me that I'm a mother, and how overwhelming that felt. Heady, maybe.

Heady - potent; intoxicating; having a strong or exhilerating effect.

Yeah, that'll do.

We've had a lot of first lately. Audrey's first tooth is poking through the gums at the front of her mouth. She had her first dance, waltzing around with our friend Andy in the supermarket foyer while an old man played tunes on an old keyboard to raise money for war veterans.

She's started pulling herself up to sitting, rolling over, picking things up and putting them down, and she laughs. She laughs so much and it's absolutely joyful and beautiful and infectious, and then she gets this odd little look like she can't believe how loud we're laughing every time she laughs.

Did I mention she's a geek in training? Cos she is. Our friend Bex gave her this gorgeous Star Trek costume <3

Play time! Which has been greatly enhanced by the recent acquisition of this:

She adores Shambles. Especially pulling great handfuls of his fur out! Oops. Little bruiser.

I remember when you could barely see her when we had her in the baby carrier.

She's in 6-9 month size clothes already!

Oh Audrey! I love being your mum. It's a wonderful feeling. Overwhelming. Heady.