Little Miss Cub turned 8 months old while we were visiting our long-lost home of Montreal. Hard to believe that just a year ago, we were packing our bags to make the big move to Cow Town, and Little Miss was still in my belly. Not so hard to believe would be the fact that she would fall ill for the first time in her wee life while we were travelling. Murphy’s Law of parenting, no?
Whenever I sit down to summarize the month that has passed, I swipe through my photos, since goodness knows I can barely remember what we ate for dinner the night before, let alone the highlights of an entire month. Based on my camera roll, the eighth month of Little Miss Cub’s life comes down to:
- Almost crawling, but still not.
- Almost eating real food, but mostly wearing it.
- Big brother starting preschool and Little Miss choosing to not to nap during this precious period of freedom for Mom.
- Mom discovering Bitmoji.
- The fam jam travelling to Montreal and Little Miss getting super, duper sick. Sad face.
Almost CrawlingAs soon as you place her on the floor, Little Miss gets herself onto her belly and then up onto her knees. She does a few push ups, and typically scoots herself backwards. If there is a piece of furniture around, and I turn my back, chances are she’ll be under said furniture by the time I look back.
We are doing a sort of hybrid of baby-led weaning and spoon feeding. Little Miss definitely subscribes to the theory that “food before one is just for fun.” I mainly sit her in her high chair with food because it keeps her entertained while I get meals ready! Some food is getting in, and you can use your imagination as to how I know that.
Cub starting Preschool was not something we were expecting. My plan was just to register him for September 2016. We wanted Cub to attend a French preschool near us, and in order to guarantee him a spot in September, I would need to become a “current parent.” So wait—he could start next week?! I was very much on board with this. It’s been almost a year since he left day care in Montreal, and I was eager for him to be back in a Francophone environment.
Although Cub maintains, “I don’t speak français,” he seems to be enjoying his two afternoons each week at prématernelle.
Mom Discovers Bitmoji
Now that Cub’s at preschool twice a week, I get two hours at home, just me and Little Miss. I wasted one such afternoon making myself into a Bitmoji. You should, too.
Easter in Montreal
The week leading up to Easter, we flew to Montreal to visit the family and friends we left behind last spring. Little Miss Cub got to meet the daughter of one of my very best friends. They were fast friends.
Sadly, and inconveniently, Little Miss ran a fever and was basically miserable for the entire trip. It didn’t help that we were travelling all over the place trying to visit everyone.
She spent the entire trip, day and night, glued to me, mostly crying if she wasn’t sleeping. On the bright side, Cub had a fantastic time! So many family members we visited had video games! So, in his mind, Montreal is where the video games are. And the Easter Egg Hunts! (His first!)
Our trip was… exhausting. Travelling with a sick baby is a special kind of hell. It was worth it, though, for Little Miss to meet her Great Grand-Maman!
How was your Easter?