if there is one thing i do not like, it is rushing. rushing through the early morning after a night of not nearly enough sleep, to get myself and little imp ready for the day. rushing to work, rushing through work, and back home to try to get everything done before toppling over with sleep. so little time for what really matters. this baby-and-work combination is nowhere near working for me yet. i wonder if it simply needs time or if i am just not made for this. to be continued, i guess...
i tried to think of all the places where i have nursed. mostly it happens simply in my own living room or bedroom, but there are also numerous cafés and restaurants, the couches of many family members and friends, little imp's day care centre, gardens, the beach, the odd parking lot. i guess i simply want to say that, once the initial strangeness of pulling out a boob in public turns into a completely matter-of-fact act, breastfeeding is something wonderful. i am still in awe of the perfection of it every single day.
the subject matter of my reading is still pretty limited. climbing the odd mountain, but mostly babies inside the womb, outside of the womb and motherhood. well, this one is written from the perspective of a new father. very funny.
the princess is slowly finding her place again in our new family (which is not, by the way, in little imp's playpen, but sometimes you have to be lenient). little imp is still an extremely strange creature to her, but she is warming to him. and, amazingly, every time he cries she comes nuzzling to comfort us.
i am jann. i live in the grey house with boyfriend, our little imp (born in december 2011) and little bee (born in march 2014). skinstill is a blog about the small things and it's the place where i try to capture my images and words.