…please leave your parents’ bedroom!
Me and The Boss pulled out all the stops last night and today, and Mini Minx’s nursery (posh word for a box-room with a window, that a baby sleeps in) is ready. So tonight’s the night – my youngest baby and I will spend our first night out of touch or sight of each other (though I’m sure I’ll still hear her farts through the dividing wall).
As you can probably tell, I have very mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, she’s 10.5 months old, so way past the age most babies move into a room away from their parents; she’s normally a great sleeper, so I don’t think we’ll have too much trouble getting her to settle away from us; and it’ll be nice for me and The Boss to have our room back to ourselves* to make as much noise as we like without waking the baby**. On the other hand, I’m a compulsive checker that my baby’s still breathing. And I love to watch her little face in repose, it makes my heart glad. I know I’m biased, but she is so beautiful, even more so when she is having happy dreams.
*well, until 0200hrs when Maxi or (sometimes ‘and’) Midi normally appear.
**I don’t mean anything like sex or anything kinky: we just like having a chat and a giggle about the day just past.
If I’m honest, the delay in moving her has been partly because I’m also quite reluctant to move on to the next stage of my life. I know it’s nothing earth-shattering, moving your baby out your room, but it signifies how independent Mini Minx has gotten. She’s no longer a helpless infant, utterly dependent on me for care and nourishment. Crikey, she even has opinions now (mostly on my cookiong)! So it’s time for me to move on to being a mummy of toddlers and little girls, rather than tiny babies. I’ll never have a little newborn mewling me awake at silly o’clock in the morning. That makes me feel a little wistful, as I’ve enjoyed my daughters being babies very, very much. Still, they do get more fun as they get older, so: Shields up! Prepare for the next level of minxiness!