Getting Stronger / Growing Older

May 12th

Wednesday was a nice sunny day, and after lazing around the house with the wee one all day, we decided to get up and go for a walk. I was expecting a simple walk around the block, but Betsey was feeling ambitious. We took a walk to the local park, which, according to Google Maps, was a 4800 foot trek. It was maybe a bit too far for a recently discharged Betsey, so I went back to the house and brought the car over to the park for the trip home.



It was still a very happy time, and we started to learn about the ability of babies to bring complete strangers over to you for conversations. One woman came over and was really sweet. We could be her friend one day. Then, perhaps as nature's way of cautioning us, another woman came over. She was still nice, but she wasn't the type of person we'd choose to hang out with. She was just sooo animated and clearly having some sort of crisis that all her children were growing up. I hope things get better for her.

May 13th

Thursday was much less adventurous, particularly because Betsey over worked herself on the walk to the park. Nothing of much note happened during the day, but in the evening we gave cloth diapers a second try. Much like the first time we tried, her little body is still too small, and the diapers fail at containing that which they are designed to contain.

In trying the diapers this second time, though, the diaper cover rubbed up against her umbilical cord enough to help it off. It was a moment of, "Oh my gosh; she really is getting older!"



So her toes will never be this little and cute again, and her nose, and her eyes, and her ears, etc. I took some pictures of these parts. Most of the pictures came out blurry, so I'll try again tonight.

This parenting experience is, as I expected, pretty awesome, but I didn't imagine I'd be worried about her getting old so quickly