Duxford Girl

It's hard to believe that it's been a year since I got happy amnio results. Right about this time last year I got the thrill of baby's first kick. That kicking isn't so thrilling anymore as it's usually accompanied by screaming. Still, it's all mostly good as Simon changes and grows.

I can't even seem to remember what he was like factory-fresh from the hospital let alone the nine months I was pregnant. No teeth yet but the drooling, chewing and red cheeks suggest that it's just around the corner. He hasn't lost his blue eyes but I'm not getting my hopes up as my eyes didn't change from blue until I was three.

The changes happen so fast! He started all-out crawling at six months and now at seven months is pulling himself up onto everything he can and “walking” from piece of furniture to piece of furniture. At least once a day I utter the following phrase “stop screwing around in front of the fireplace, you're going to fall over and crack you're head open on the hearth.” So much for being ubber-cool mom. He's also got quite the knack of climbing stairs.

Slowly but surely, things about the house are moving up as Simon is able to reach more and more surfaces. The cats live in fear as they realize that the baby is figuring stuff out. It sort of reminds me of the scene in Jurassic Park when they realize the raptors are smart enough to be testing the fences for weak spots. Also, I'm not sure why I bother buying toys when all he wants to do is play with everything else. Screw Fisher-Price and give me daddy's physics text.

I'll be returning to work in a couple of months and it's going to be harder than I thought. It's not that I don't want to go back, I'm looking quite forward to it but I fear that I'm a bad mother for not wanting to stay at home forever. I wonder how many men feel guilty that they are at work rather than staying at home with their children? The reality is, my job offers much more flexibility than most and I'll still be able to spend plenty of time with my kid. Besides, I've said it before, happy mummy equals happy kid.