11 months.
Today is officially the last day of my parental leave, and my heart is officially broken.
We spent a few hours on the playground today, digging in the sand, stealing bits of banana from other kids and making new friends. For once I am glad that I'm self-employed, because I'll be able spend more time with Anton while working in my dream job than a lot of other parents I know, even though this might mean I will have to push occasional (or even many) nightshifts to keep up with my workload.
Just a couple days ago, he turned 11 months. He is crawling (I call it crabbing, because he is pretty much a freestyle crawler - sitting up, one leg in the front, one in the back, sometimes surfing on a newspaper or a piece of clothing, which makes him reeeeaaally really fast), pulling up on anything he can get a hold of, standing, walking with help and talking up a storm (especially when a phone is near, his favourite thing to do is making phone calls). The nights have finally gotten a bit smoother since I stopped nursing at night, which took a lot of discipline, patience and broke my heart even more. But we finally do sleep more than one or two hours in a row, and being not so short on sleep makes us all a whole lot happier during the day. Our apartment looks like hurricane Anton just sweeped through, I find sand in my socks and underwear in the evenings and we all fall into bed nearly dead at night.
I am optimistic for the next weeks, life is good once again. And I am really quite excited about all the jobs waiting for me, with a bunch of actor's portraits, some documentary work and some traveling involved as well.
All photos: Carolin Weinkopf
We spent a few hours on the playground today, digging in the sand, stealing bits of banana from other kids and making new friends. For once I am glad that I'm self-employed, because I'll be able spend more time with Anton while working in my dream job than a lot of other parents I know, even though this might mean I will have to push occasional (or even many) nightshifts to keep up with my workload.
Just a couple days ago, he turned 11 months. He is crawling (I call it crabbing, because he is pretty much a freestyle crawler - sitting up, one leg in the front, one in the back, sometimes surfing on a newspaper or a piece of clothing, which makes him reeeeaaally really fast), pulling up on anything he can get a hold of, standing, walking with help and talking up a storm (especially when a phone is near, his favourite thing to do is making phone calls). The nights have finally gotten a bit smoother since I stopped nursing at night, which took a lot of discipline, patience and broke my heart even more. But we finally do sleep more than one or two hours in a row, and being not so short on sleep makes us all a whole lot happier during the day. Our apartment looks like hurricane Anton just sweeped through, I find sand in my socks and underwear in the evenings and we all fall into bed nearly dead at night.
I am optimistic for the next weeks, life is good once again. And I am really quite excited about all the jobs waiting for me, with a bunch of actor's portraits, some documentary work and some traveling involved as well.
All photos: Carolin Weinkopf
careaux - Tue Aug 27, 21:46