Matilda's Swedish Grandmother and Aunt arrived on Thursday night. I was a little worried that all they were going to see of Matilda was the back of her head for a week and a 1/2, what with the previous four weeks of constant eating. Thankfully, Matilda has been in rare social form so far. Niclas changed her diaper and with an audience of 6, she kicked her chicken legs and made adorable infant faces and basically was as cute as humanly possible in something not nearly big enough to be considered a human. *wipes brow*
She's also continued to use the pacifier. I think this is the first official instance of I Can't Believe I Have a Kid Who Does That. And I can't believe I'm the mother who gets up from the dinner table to shove the pacifier back in her mouth when she pushes it out and starts making noises. Am totally that mother. What? It's either that or I'm eating risotto with my boob hanging out and I'd really like to keep The Mystery alive for someone I meet in the next few months. My only hope is that we wean Matilda off the pacifier before she hits the toddler years.
Now we can talk about me. Went to the gym again yesterday. 20 minutes on a cross trainer and aside from having to blow my nose the entire time, it went a little better. The yellow brick road is long, but at least I'm on it. Plus, I made an appointment to color my hair. Last time I did this was 11 months ago, so you can imagine how overdue this is. VERY OVERDUE.
