This hasn’t been our best week ever. Peanut has been whiney (we suspect teeth may be imminent) and I’ve been feeling a certain malaise. I have come to the realisation that I know absolutely no one ‘in real life’ who has similar attitudes about parenting as The Man and I. Now, I know that it doesn’t matter, and I really don’t feel the need for any validation: he and I are quite happy with how we are going about things and how we are planning to proceed. Still, it would be nice to have at least one fellow-parent friend, whom I can see and visit and with whom to share tea who wouldn’t laugh at our ideas about solid foods or expound upon the merits of letting babies cry it out. Yes, I do plan to move my child straight to finger foods once she is physically capable of feeding herself, thus delaying solids for longer than most North American parents, and no, I do not think it necessary to let my baby girl cry without comforting her. That’s just how we feel, and I don’t expect everyone – or many people at all, for that matter – to agree with us. I don’t feel sorry for myself, nor angry or irate…but it would be nice to have one like-minded friend in the city. And I don’t.
With that in mind, I decided to spend today alone with my little girls, not thinking or hearing about what other people do: just doing our own thing. With a pleasant afternoon like today, I thought it best to take advantage and enjoy a nice long walk with my favourite babies. Glynis, Wembley and I strolled along the canal for a few lovely hours. There isn’t much left of the autumn foliage, but it was very pretty, nonetheless. Ducks were out in force – mallards are a hardy sort – and there were lots of fallen leaves for Wembley to enjoy sniffing. Glynis slept for most of our walk, which was as I’d hoped: she naps best when we walk.
Wembley inspecting the ducks in the canal and the path toward the downtown core.
A little autumn sunshine and my attempt at a self-portrait. Peanut is hidden in the wrap, fast asleep.
All in all, a very lovely day.