In our first year as babies, we practically spent the summer sleeping.
Which somehow wasn't bad, after all, the summer of 2016 was quite flooded. "Non-sense," my husband says. "Sooo often it certainly hasn't rained!" Oh, yes. After all I had to shop for two pairs of rain shoes during my time spent nursing and carrying, spitting and going for a walk.
Because yes: It was wet, the summer. But the second baby summer was even hot-ter. It's just silly that my little mouse always gets up at eleven thirty at night - there's no better time in winter! - into wonderland. We listened longingly with wide open win-dows to the typical sounds of warm summer evenings. Enviously we listened to the laughter and chatter of "the others". Until we finally plucked up the necessary cour-age: "We're unpacking the baby carrier again!" And go for a walk. Eat ice cream. Breathing freely. The baby can happily go back to sleep. Or simply enjoy the sum-mer with us.
Actually we had already banished the baby carrier due to growing baby pounds, but strapped it on again for our daring plan. Although, we're not entirely correct. I finally had enough of my refreshing cold drink.
Do I have to mention that this became OUR SUMMER? As a child of the 70s one may also quote old Joe Cocker.
Contribution/ comment by: Mamyvonne