Bad Mama!

Oti and I just popped down to the shops, and on the way one of his socks fell off... It is freezing cold and blustery, and I was getting glares left, right and centre.

Whilst old women with trolleys, boisterous butchers and other, smug, mothers managed to make me feel like a terrible person because my son's sock fell off — the other one was still there, evidence, surely, that I did actually put a pair of socks on him — Otis just smiled and cooed and kicked and laughed, not a care in the world... Babies are much tougher than we give them credit for!

A bit sad about the sock though, as it was a favourite... A lovely, electric blue shade, and Bonds to boot.

In other news... My boy has teeth! One is about millimetre long thus far, the other just peeing through the broken skin of his yummy, pink, sloppy gums. He's been somewhat out of sorts lately, I am guessing this is why. He's also still quite snotty. He's sitting well, rolling this way and that in a rather compulsive fashion, and charming the pants off everyone he meets. Yesterday we did the big walk over to Grandma Peggy's at Connells Point, she just loved spending a couple of hours in his company.

7 months next week! What a learning curve these 7 months have been... Next time I'll ban all books, dismiss all advice, and do what feels right and instinctive... I spent too much time worrying that I was doing the "wrong" thing, and too little living in the moment...