Sometimes I don't give my husband enough credit.
The other day he suggested that next time we go to the supermarket BB could sit in the trolley. Oh no, I said, she's far to little for that. But he saw a smaller baby the other day in the trolley. No no, I continued, trust me she's not ready. And with that I made him promise that if by any chance they found themselves at a supermarket without me he would not under any circumstance put her in a trolley seat.
This suggestion and others like it make my chest go tight. The mum has the last say when it comes to the baby. Too hot, too cold, too tired. It's my call. I think it's time to share these decisions a little. And PB is a super dad. Really super. He always supports whatever I think is right so I need to cut him some slack and chill.
On the way home from the mountains we stopped by to get some supplies for dinner. I was feeling relaxed. Let's try her in the trolley, I said. And we did. She was fine. She loved it. (And luckily I had the camera in my bag, because who doesn't carry around a big fat DLSR with them at all times?)
I now feel even more confident and a little bit excited about doing a big supermarket shop just the two of us. I think little BB will love it too.