Muffin's Mum in Month 3
I can hardly believe I haven’t seen some most of you in three months, but that’s how old Bruno will be on Saturday and that’s how agendas unfold around here for the time being. I miss you. That’s the hardest part. The best is that I am now used to all things new and I know some aspects of this daily routine will eventually get back to square one. The rest, the main core of life being Bruno’s mum, is boldly settling in.

Since the Muffin landed, i haven't been able to have a fairly normal conversation with anyone, except maybe very close family members after bedtime. This also means that i'm constantly talking to Babe, singing, giggling, repeating vowels and making any adult have strong difficulties to keep my attention for over one minute.

I like the fact that i'm getting back to my body shape, even if it's a tired old body addicted to cramps. My arms are closer to looking thin and muscled, just the way i wanted them years ago, and all thanks to a heavy-eating smiling Bruno. Beats any workout. A good chunk of the tummy is still there, making a comfy seat for B. I don't miss the belly. I don't miss the heart burn (which i had never experienced before -what a terrible way to end a meal!) and i don't miss not being able to sleep face down.

I'd like to have a little more colour in my face, and i've been to the pool enough to have a certain tone, but going with Muffin implies sitting in the shade almost permanently. Time to get the self-tanning lotion and campaign for sun protection awareness. Bruno seems to love hanging out by the pool and has proved it by taking a three hour siesta under a pine tree with a mosquito net over his stroller. The very image of summer, from now on.

Three months of baby babbling and long walks. Three months of learning how to cope with home chaos, body hormone mayhem and raw crazyness in general. Three months of staring at Bruno, watching (out for him), predicting his moves and receiving the world from his smile. Three unique months. Ready for the next three.