So I’ve been fighting PPD and we’ve been driving All Over Hell And Gone and this is our first weekend at the house and none of that is any excuse but those are SOME reasons that you’ve not heard any Tales of The Wigglet in a damn long while.

What have you missed?  Oy.

Amelia now attends a Montessori school from 7-2 every day, and we’re very happy with the care she gets there.  The student-teacher ratio is 3:1, and all the teachers in her group are lovely women who are very caring and loving and patient.  She gets lots of kisses every day, and gets to watch older babies eat and crawl and play.  School is close enough to my office that I can drive there every day at lunch to nurse, and then Tom has her in the afternoons until I get home around 5.

Amelia got her first taste of solid food on her 7-month birthday, and  is now eating pretty well, about once a day.  She has tried brown rice cereal & oatmeal, both mixed wuth breastmilk, and will guide the spoon into her mouth with her hand on my hand. It’s pretty cute!  Next on the rotation is sweet potatoes and then probably some yellow squash.

She’s still babbling up a storm, and is on a big “Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma” kick right now, which warms my  heart for sure.  She is getting used to holding herself up in a standing position, and will stay on her hands and knees for a few seconds, trying to remember how the older kids do it.  I think she’s also considering slipping a nap, which causes much consternation.

This morning we let Tom sleep in for Father’s Day and sat outside to enjoy the morning cool.  Mary will be excited to know that Amelia watched the barn swallows swoop around (we have another nest with hatchlings by the kitchen door) with great accuracy and interest.  Amelia is sure to be a biologist or botanist, I am thinking.

Below, a documentary pic of Amelia’s birthday meal: