Today was Molly's first day alone with her new nanny, Fran. It was only a half day, but that didn't make it any easier on Courtney, who has been with our little girl almost non-stop over the past four months. We feel so fortunate to have found Fran... and most importantly, Molly seems to really feel comfortable around her.
Molly's first St. Patrick's day..,. and from what I witnessed in Midtown today, that's nothing to be proud of. Although, I guess it'll be a few years until she cuts class to go to see the parade and drink and vomit in the middle of the street... Erin go Bragh!
I've learned there's a popular traditional Irish song that our little half-Irish girl will probably get an earful of every March 17... "My Irish Molly-O."
Lastly, when thinking about this post... and Ireland... and babies... the below, of course, came to mind...
We were playing and talking (she coos and whispers after nursing most mornings) with Molly in our bed Thursday, when she drifted off... sleep being a precious commodity in our house, we decided to leave her there (and yes, worrywarts, we kept our eye on her).
This Saturday, we had a stroll in Prospect Park, taking advantage of the beautiful weather... and Molly and I had our first Baby Bjorn session.