The Bubby's second tooth is about to break through, and I'm now more acutely aware of the presence of her bottom tooth while she's feeding. Let's hope that's as rough as she gets.
She sits up on my lap, she is more aware of where I am and what I'm doing.
Next week I start introducing her to daycare - I'll be staying longer on Thursday morning after drop off while she gets used to being without me. Which means I need to start introducing formula. And I need to make sure she's getting enough solids and variety. And I have to accept that this time, as much as I may carry on about it being a drag, is slowly but surely coming to a close. And I'll never get it back.
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Thursday, 21 November 2013
Monday, 21 October 2013
Courage
I try to get the whole family out on a weekend, rather than sticking around the house (seeing as I feel I'm here all the damn time!) - last weekend we went to the botanical gardens, this week we went to the arboretum.
The Toddler loves the playground there - it has four swings, two of which are the type you lay down on. In an effort to keep her away from spending two hours on a swing, we took her over to the climbing castle. And she took to it like a fish out of water.
Last time I went with her, she climbed through two rope segments to get to the second level. This time, she was climbing big round ladders and frames to heights much higher than we could reach, then going down the slide. Each time she made it to the top of the slide, she'd proclaim 'I did it!' and throw her hands out, before sliding down and saying "I did it! I do it again!" and repeating. I showed the husband where she had climbed up to last time - it's no mean feat, with the rope segments letting you see clearly how high you are. I only let her get to that second level before bribing her back because I was there alone with her and had The Bubby in a carrier on my front, so I couldn't go up and rescue her if need be.
Before we knew it, she was up on the fourth floor.
I felt sick.
It was so high, it was full of bigger kids, and other than going back the way she came, the only way to get down was a big, twisted, enclosed slide. And there is no way I would ever go down that slide.
I sent The Husband up - I was expecting to hear her thump and bump her way down and come down bawling, but someone elses daughter appeared at the bottom. And then someone elses son. And then just as The Husband kicked his thongs off to start ascending, she appeared. Facing backwards, and on her hands and knees, looking a little shocked, The Toddler.
She was so brave.
There were no tears (from either of us!) but she hasn't really stopped talking about how it was dark and scary.
It will be interesting to see if she wants to do it again next time we go.
The Toddler loves the playground there - it has four swings, two of which are the type you lay down on. In an effort to keep her away from spending two hours on a swing, we took her over to the climbing castle. And she took to it like a fish out of water.
Last time I went with her, she climbed through two rope segments to get to the second level. This time, she was climbing big round ladders and frames to heights much higher than we could reach, then going down the slide. Each time she made it to the top of the slide, she'd proclaim 'I did it!' and throw her hands out, before sliding down and saying "I did it! I do it again!" and repeating. I showed the husband where she had climbed up to last time - it's no mean feat, with the rope segments letting you see clearly how high you are. I only let her get to that second level before bribing her back because I was there alone with her and had The Bubby in a carrier on my front, so I couldn't go up and rescue her if need be.
Before we knew it, she was up on the fourth floor.
I felt sick.
It was so high, it was full of bigger kids, and other than going back the way she came, the only way to get down was a big, twisted, enclosed slide. And there is no way I would ever go down that slide.
I sent The Husband up - I was expecting to hear her thump and bump her way down and come down bawling, but someone elses daughter appeared at the bottom. And then someone elses son. And then just as The Husband kicked his thongs off to start ascending, she appeared. Facing backwards, and on her hands and knees, looking a little shocked, The Toddler.
She was so brave.
There were no tears (from either of us!) but she hasn't really stopped talking about how it was dark and scary.
It will be interesting to see if she wants to do it again next time we go.
Sunday, 13 October 2013
Six months old
I can't believe it.
It's been six months since we welcomed our littlest baby girl into the world.
Six months since we first saw her little dark head and little dark eyes peer out with a grumpy glare.
Six months since the first time I cried when I held her.
Six months since The Toddler became a big sister.
Six months.
Of course, she doesn't feel that old. But it's hard to tell how old she 'feels' compared to The Toddler, largely because of the time she was in the harness.
The Bubby will roll from back to front (a lot), but very rarely goes back. She is maybe nearly close to being able to hold herself up in a sit position, but not yet. She is okay at putting food in her mouth and a real gun at eating food off a spoon.
She laughs, a lot. She was cracking up like it was amazingly hilarious when The Husband was bouncing a plastic ball outside with The Toddler in front of her yesterday. She kickes out her arms and legs when she sees me. She lights up at almost every look at her sister. She babbles and gurgles and raspberries and squeals.
She feeds 4-5 times a day now. Mostly she is in a routine of 1 early morning feed (2-5amish), 8ish, 12ish, 4ish and then to sleep (my choice, in my effort to get her to sleep through). She eats three meals a day, mostly baby mush but also baby mum-mums, toast and steamed fruit. She drinks water with her meals and loves it, smiling as soon as the cup is in her mouth and reaching out for the handles.
She holds on to toys and crinkles them. She puts a lot of things in her mouth. When she is tired she sucks her thumb, when she is extra tired she also grabs her ears or the top of her own head. Her fontanelle still pulses with her brain. She doesn't have as many neck rolls as her sister, but she is well covered nontheless. She poops like a person, not like a baby, and now 5 of her last 6 decent big poops have been presented to me while I have been changing a smaller poop.
Her hair is growing, and growing in fairer. She has a spot of stubble on the back of her head that is growing but is fun to brush against my face. She has amazing long dark eyelashes like her sister, and such expressive eyes. Her eyebrows look like her fathers, with loose hairs hanging down, but move a lot like mine. She has pinchy little grabby hands that love to hold on to my fingers. She has raised big toes that stick up like her Nanny's. She has only two folds in each thigh.
She is my baby and she is now closer to one than not.
It's been six months since we welcomed our littlest baby girl into the world.
Six months since we first saw her little dark head and little dark eyes peer out with a grumpy glare.
Six months since the first time I cried when I held her.
Six months since The Toddler became a big sister.
Six months.
Of course, she doesn't feel that old. But it's hard to tell how old she 'feels' compared to The Toddler, largely because of the time she was in the harness.
The Bubby will roll from back to front (a lot), but very rarely goes back. She is maybe nearly close to being able to hold herself up in a sit position, but not yet. She is okay at putting food in her mouth and a real gun at eating food off a spoon.
She laughs, a lot. She was cracking up like it was amazingly hilarious when The Husband was bouncing a plastic ball outside with The Toddler in front of her yesterday. She kickes out her arms and legs when she sees me. She lights up at almost every look at her sister. She babbles and gurgles and raspberries and squeals.
She feeds 4-5 times a day now. Mostly she is in a routine of 1 early morning feed (2-5amish), 8ish, 12ish, 4ish and then to sleep (my choice, in my effort to get her to sleep through). She eats three meals a day, mostly baby mush but also baby mum-mums, toast and steamed fruit. She drinks water with her meals and loves it, smiling as soon as the cup is in her mouth and reaching out for the handles.
She holds on to toys and crinkles them. She puts a lot of things in her mouth. When she is tired she sucks her thumb, when she is extra tired she also grabs her ears or the top of her own head. Her fontanelle still pulses with her brain. She doesn't have as many neck rolls as her sister, but she is well covered nontheless. She poops like a person, not like a baby, and now 5 of her last 6 decent big poops have been presented to me while I have been changing a smaller poop.
Her hair is growing, and growing in fairer. She has a spot of stubble on the back of her head that is growing but is fun to brush against my face. She has amazing long dark eyelashes like her sister, and such expressive eyes. Her eyebrows look like her fathers, with loose hairs hanging down, but move a lot like mine. She has pinchy little grabby hands that love to hold on to my fingers. She has raised big toes that stick up like her Nanny's. She has only two folds in each thigh.
She is my baby and she is now closer to one than not.
Friday, 11 October 2013
Tether end
I didn't go to the parenting course last night.
I got a few email reminders leading up to it, but they were full of things like "Are you at the end of your tether?", "Is everything you're doing just making it seem worse?" and "I'm looking forward to connecting with you".
I sent an apology email, indicating that The Husband wouldn't be back from work in time, and the lady was lovely and said not to hesitate to contact her if I needed, at any time. Which is nice, but also reassuring that it sounds like it's something I don't really need.
In fact, something The Husband said the other day is what got me thinking more about it - he was commenting how lovely and sweet The Toddler is, and of course I agreed. "Why do you think she is the way she is? It's because she's spending time with you".
(I should note he meant it in the way that she is sweet because of me, not in a 'YOU'VE MADE HER THIS WAY!' kind of way).
I also think that the language explosion she's going through (every week! so many more words and phrases and concepts!) is helping us communicate and easing the frustration.
I got a few email reminders leading up to it, but they were full of things like "Are you at the end of your tether?", "Is everything you're doing just making it seem worse?" and "I'm looking forward to connecting with you".
I sent an apology email, indicating that The Husband wouldn't be back from work in time, and the lady was lovely and said not to hesitate to contact her if I needed, at any time. Which is nice, but also reassuring that it sounds like it's something I don't really need.
In fact, something The Husband said the other day is what got me thinking more about it - he was commenting how lovely and sweet The Toddler is, and of course I agreed. "Why do you think she is the way she is? It's because she's spending time with you".
(I should note he meant it in the way that she is sweet because of me, not in a 'YOU'VE MADE HER THIS WAY!' kind of way).
I also think that the language explosion she's going through (every week! so many more words and phrases and concepts!) is helping us communicate and easing the frustration.
Monday, 7 October 2013
Holding
When we were getting ready for the arrival of The Bubby, I know that I was mentally preparing myself for a big hard terrible slog.
My reasoning was that if I prepared myself for the worst, I could only be pleasantly surprised or I could be right - either way, it's a win.
I probably don't need to articulate in this post just how much of a dream baby The Bubby has been.
When I have taken her out shopping and had her in the pram, only a few times now, I find myself missing her.
When we went to family tea after my trip to Sydney, I didn't want my mum to hold her because I hadn't really 'seen' her much that day, and I wanted a turn.
I found there are times when I almost physically ache to hold her - I see her and I need to feel her in my arms. Or when she is in the carrier, I can't help but wrap my arms around her - she is already pretty damn close, but I just want to hold her closer.
I feel bad and/or sad that I don't remember feeling this way with The Toddler when she was younger.
I don't know if it's because she completely exceeded my expectations, or because she seems so much like me, or because I know she will be the last and every last of hers is my last too. But it's the first time I've really 'gotten' that quote about how your children are pieces of your heart on your outside.
I feel it when I look at The Bubby, when I walk in to her room and her face lights up and she throws her arms up in anticipation of being picked up. I feel in when I The Toddler leans in to my neck for a hug, or gets excited about 'the sun is up!' or she laughs with The Husband while he stirs her.
I am so lucky to have both of my girls.
My reasoning was that if I prepared myself for the worst, I could only be pleasantly surprised or I could be right - either way, it's a win.
I probably don't need to articulate in this post just how much of a dream baby The Bubby has been.
When I have taken her out shopping and had her in the pram, only a few times now, I find myself missing her.
When we went to family tea after my trip to Sydney, I didn't want my mum to hold her because I hadn't really 'seen' her much that day, and I wanted a turn.
I found there are times when I almost physically ache to hold her - I see her and I need to feel her in my arms. Or when she is in the carrier, I can't help but wrap my arms around her - she is already pretty damn close, but I just want to hold her closer.
I feel bad and/or sad that I don't remember feeling this way with The Toddler when she was younger.
I don't know if it's because she completely exceeded my expectations, or because she seems so much like me, or because I know she will be the last and every last of hers is my last too. But it's the first time I've really 'gotten' that quote about how your children are pieces of your heart on your outside.
I feel it when I look at The Bubby, when I walk in to her room and her face lights up and she throws her arms up in anticipation of being picked up. I feel in when I The Toddler leans in to my neck for a hug, or gets excited about 'the sun is up!' or she laughs with The Husband while he stirs her.
I am so lucky to have both of my girls.
Tuesday, 1 October 2013
Dobbby
There are times I feel like a house elf.
Like a lot of the time.
Particularly when returning home from a full day with both girls to find only a few things done around the house, not even half of the amount you would normally do while looking after both girls at home.
Yes, this is passive aggressive.
But, everyone knows I'm not cut out for house wifing.
Whinge moan b!tch.
Like a lot of the time.
Particularly when returning home from a full day with both girls to find only a few things done around the house, not even half of the amount you would normally do while looking after both girls at home.
Yes, this is passive aggressive.
But, everyone knows I'm not cut out for house wifing.
Whinge moan b!tch.
Friday, 27 September 2013
Courses for horses
I mentioned to the ladies at daycare this morning that I was going to the parenting course I mentioned the other day.
The director said she thought it was so funny to hear me say that about The Toddler, because she is so lovely.
And it's true, she is. And I know for a fact that she is 'better' than a lot of other toddlers I know. And there are so many sweet and funny moments I share with her - yesterday we were at the park and she was laying on the circle swing asking to be pushed higher and higher. She was sleepy (she fell asleep in the car in the morning for 30 minutes and declined a nap in her bed in the afternoon) and she was so peaceful laying there, watching me as I pushed her. And I got a glimpse of how exciting life is going to be as she grows older, as she becomes a complete person who can communicate and think and express and enjoy and share.
I am going for me.
I am going because I need learn how to be okay with everything, to chill out and roll with the punches and get over myself. Being a parent doesn't need to be some ridiculous drama, it should just be.
The director said she thought it was so funny to hear me say that about The Toddler, because she is so lovely.
And it's true, she is. And I know for a fact that she is 'better' than a lot of other toddlers I know. And there are so many sweet and funny moments I share with her - yesterday we were at the park and she was laying on the circle swing asking to be pushed higher and higher. She was sleepy (she fell asleep in the car in the morning for 30 minutes and declined a nap in her bed in the afternoon) and she was so peaceful laying there, watching me as I pushed her. And I got a glimpse of how exciting life is going to be as she grows older, as she becomes a complete person who can communicate and think and express and enjoy and share.
I am going for me.
I am going because I need learn how to be okay with everything, to chill out and roll with the punches and get over myself. Being a parent doesn't need to be some ridiculous drama, it should just be.
Sunday, 22 September 2013
Long weekend.
This post is being brought to you by a dinner of smoked salmon and brie, and a vodka.
I had a long weekend.
The Husband was interestate on an adventure race - nothing against him in the slightest, I would want the same opportunities/allowances if/when I wanted them. Plus I was encouraging him to do it.
However, The Toddler was coming down with a head cold, and The Bubby is snotty now too, and I've got a mild strain.
We have plenty of experience with how much harder The Toddler is when she is coming down with something or sick. She is normally very busy, but when she is on the path to unwell she is just that much harder. Plus she is totally flexing her muscles at being two, is going through some crazy love/hate thing with me being home where she is both joined to me at the hip but also seemingly quicker to get angry/cranky/frustrated with me. She has continued to wake before 6:30am, even though we have bought the Gro-clock (it changes from a picture of a star to a moon at 6:30 which is meant to be her cue that she is now allowed out of her room). Her coughing has meant her naps/sleep have been interupted a lot (coughing every 10 minutes or so).
She has started pulling a face at me which is a glare - if you pull it back at her she laughs, but I find it very hard to get to that point. I don't know why I find it so hard.
I found myself at times working really hard not to say what I really felt.
Both parents commented that I should be kinder and that I was struggling.
My mother in law came past to visit at dinner time just to help out, unprompted.
I have enrolled in a parenting workshop later this month, titled 'Small changes, Big differences'. It's meant to offer strategies to help life at home run more smoothly, with less fuss and more fun and engagement with kids. I don't think I'm a bad parent, but The Bubby being 2 years younger than The Toddler, I don't want to still be here/be back here in two years time.
There's no point to this, just a ramble.
I would love a do-over, but I wonder if I could do it any differently.
I had a long weekend.
The Husband was interestate on an adventure race - nothing against him in the slightest, I would want the same opportunities/allowances if/when I wanted them. Plus I was encouraging him to do it.
However, The Toddler was coming down with a head cold, and The Bubby is snotty now too, and I've got a mild strain.
We have plenty of experience with how much harder The Toddler is when she is coming down with something or sick. She is normally very busy, but when she is on the path to unwell she is just that much harder. Plus she is totally flexing her muscles at being two, is going through some crazy love/hate thing with me being home where she is both joined to me at the hip but also seemingly quicker to get angry/cranky/frustrated with me. She has continued to wake before 6:30am, even though we have bought the Gro-clock (it changes from a picture of a star to a moon at 6:30 which is meant to be her cue that she is now allowed out of her room). Her coughing has meant her naps/sleep have been interupted a lot (coughing every 10 minutes or so).
She has started pulling a face at me which is a glare - if you pull it back at her she laughs, but I find it very hard to get to that point. I don't know why I find it so hard.
I found myself at times working really hard not to say what I really felt.
Both parents commented that I should be kinder and that I was struggling.
My mother in law came past to visit at dinner time just to help out, unprompted.
I have enrolled in a parenting workshop later this month, titled 'Small changes, Big differences'. It's meant to offer strategies to help life at home run more smoothly, with less fuss and more fun and engagement with kids. I don't think I'm a bad parent, but The Bubby being 2 years younger than The Toddler, I don't want to still be here/be back here in two years time.
There's no point to this, just a ramble.
I would love a do-over, but I wonder if I could do it any differently.
Thursday, 19 September 2013
Retrospect
After dropping The Toddler at daycare I was sitting on the bed. The Bubby was laying on top of the doona, napping. I was dressed and the house was tidy. I was surfing the internet and listening to music and it wasn't even 9am.
I commented to The Husband that I wished I realised that it could have been like this with just one. That it didn't have to be as hard as I felt / made it out to be.
It's kind of unfair that you don't realise how 'easy' something is until you're going through something 'harder'. And it must suck for the first time parents who are working through raising their baby and seeing others with two or more having minimal issues with their youngest.
I commented to The Husband that I wished I realised that it could have been like this with just one. That it didn't have to be as hard as I felt / made it out to be.
It's kind of unfair that you don't realise how 'easy' something is until you're going through something 'harder'. And it must suck for the first time parents who are working through raising their baby and seeing others with two or more having minimal issues with their youngest.
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Cluckity cluck
We met up this morning for work mothers group - our latest addition is a gorgeous baby boy, not yet three weeks old.
It was so sweet to see him and to see the other mummy's cluck over him. It was especially touching to see one of my friends potentially questioning whether or not she wanted more babies, when no other baby had done that for her.
It was also nice for me to see how I felt. He is super cute. He makes little squeaky noises and he sleeps and he has gorgeous little hair and hands and eyelashes. But there was not one little part of me that wanted to return to that time - it's only been five months, but The Bubby has grown a lot more in that time and I have zero urge to go backwards, let alone be pregnant.
I am definitely done.
It was so sweet to see him and to see the other mummy's cluck over him. It was especially touching to see one of my friends potentially questioning whether or not she wanted more babies, when no other baby had done that for her.
It was also nice for me to see how I felt. He is super cute. He makes little squeaky noises and he sleeps and he has gorgeous little hair and hands and eyelashes. But there was not one little part of me that wanted to return to that time - it's only been five months, but The Bubby has grown a lot more in that time and I have zero urge to go backwards, let alone be pregnant.
I am definitely done.
Saturday, 14 September 2013
Movie
Today I stopped past my parents house to avoid going stir crazy with the girls while The Husband got ready for his adventure race next weekend.
I popped out to get some bread, salmon and brie (and another redeye!) and we sat down to try to watch a movie with The Toddler - her first.
Mum put on The Little Mermaid (one of her favourite movies) and The Toddler watched bits here and there. She's still a way off being able to concentrate for the full time, so it was a good test to determine how long it will be until I can take her to a movie theatre (another year or two, I'd say!).
I popped out to get some bread, salmon and brie (and another redeye!) and we sat down to try to watch a movie with The Toddler - her first.
Mum put on The Little Mermaid (one of her favourite movies) and The Toddler watched bits here and there. She's still a way off being able to concentrate for the full time, so it was a good test to determine how long it will be until I can take her to a movie theatre (another year or two, I'd say!).
Monday, 9 September 2013
Learning
Today, I read an even better quote:
It doesn't do me or my daughters or my husband or my friends or my family any good for me to mope about actions I've taken or the way things have turned out.
I need to look at a situation, work out what I could do differently if needed/preferred/necessary, and learn from it.
One day she made the conscious choice to shift her focus from
"What was I thinking"
to
"What did I learn?"
Only then was she able to turn her regrets in to lessons,
and a sea of calm gave her life brightness and hope.
It doesn't do me or my daughters or my husband or my friends or my family any good for me to mope about actions I've taken or the way things have turned out.
I need to look at a situation, work out what I could do differently if needed/preferred/necessary, and learn from it.
Thursday, 5 September 2013
Quotes
This quote came up on my facebook today:
The lash of the tongue on the heart of a child can have devastating and lasting consequences. Choose your words wisely to sow words of peace, words that build, words that show respect and belief and support. These are seeds of a future filled with hope.
It's a reminder to act like the grown-up.
Like in that split second after The Toddler knocks a full litre of water on to the floor and you have the time to decide whether to just clean it or to stamp your feet on the spot and yell 'no no nononononononnooooooooooo!' (at the day, not at the child!) like a baby, it's best to be the adult.
At least I got it out of my system.
The lash of the tongue on the heart of a child can have devastating and lasting consequences. Choose your words wisely to sow words of peace, words that build, words that show respect and belief and support. These are seeds of a future filled with hope.
It's a reminder to act like the grown-up.
Like in that split second after The Toddler knocks a full litre of water on to the floor and you have the time to decide whether to just clean it or to stamp your feet on the spot and yell 'no no nononononononnooooooooooo!' (at the day, not at the child!) like a baby, it's best to be the adult.
At least I got it out of my system.
Thursday, 29 August 2013
One last step
So, the last step of the last post brings up an interesting point.
I definitely seem to drink more (often?) in the first year of my childrens lives.
Tuesday is my 'hump' day with both girls, and the day I am home alone with them for 12 hours most times (The Husband plays squash after work and gets home after 8). I'll get them both down and then kick off with a drink while I prepare dinner, sometimes a second with/after dinner (he plays computer games with friends on a Tuesday night too).
Thursday I have the gym and then cook dinner, so quite often there is a drink involved (I burn a number of points at the gym that I also have to 'eat', so a drink is a good way to do it).
Friday night = Friday night!
Saturday night = Saturday night!
Sunday night is the nigh before I kick off on three days at home with the girls.
I'm not drinking every night (not even five nights a week usually!) and I can only have two at the most before it's all a bit much.
But should I really need to 'medicate' with alcohol just because I'm living my life?
I definitely seem to drink more (often?) in the first year of my childrens lives.
Tuesday is my 'hump' day with both girls, and the day I am home alone with them for 12 hours most times (The Husband plays squash after work and gets home after 8). I'll get them both down and then kick off with a drink while I prepare dinner, sometimes a second with/after dinner (he plays computer games with friends on a Tuesday night too).
Thursday I have the gym and then cook dinner, so quite often there is a drink involved (I burn a number of points at the gym that I also have to 'eat', so a drink is a good way to do it).
Friday night = Friday night!
Saturday night = Saturday night!
Sunday night is the nigh before I kick off on three days at home with the girls.
I'm not drinking every night (not even five nights a week usually!) and I can only have two at the most before it's all a bit much.
But should I really need to 'medicate' with alcohol just because I'm living my life?
Monday, 26 August 2013
Hullo little person
I brought home a little block of Lindt chocolate for The Husband when I realised I was gone longer than expected when catching up with my friends.
I walked in the door and The Toddler greeted me with "Hello mummy! Ta?".
I passed her the box and asked her what it was. "Chocolate!".
(I didn't think she would know)
Then she asked "What does that say?", pointing to the label.
"Lindt."
"Lindt" she repeated, as she carried it in to the other room.
Gosh, she's growing.
I walked in the door and The Toddler greeted me with "Hello mummy! Ta?".
I passed her the box and asked her what it was. "Chocolate!".
(I didn't think she would know)
Then she asked "What does that say?", pointing to the label.
"Lindt."
"Lindt" she repeated, as she carried it in to the other room.
Gosh, she's growing.
Saturday, 24 August 2013
Sunshine
What a difference a sleep in makes!
This morning, I got the chance to wake up at 9:30 (after a 5:30 feed and an interruption at 7am while The Husband got up and got The Toddler dressed, then came in to get the stirring Bubby).
To make it even better - a plate of pikelets waiting for me.
Then? The Toddler napped for three hours. That has NEVER happened before.
Not to mention that the sun has started to change into it's spring outfit, so it was almost tshirt weather.
I remember these sorts of days from when The Toddler was a baby. The change in seasons makes so much more of a difference than I ever realised.
This morning, I got the chance to wake up at 9:30 (after a 5:30 feed and an interruption at 7am while The Husband got up and got The Toddler dressed, then came in to get the stirring Bubby).
To make it even better - a plate of pikelets waiting for me.
Then? The Toddler napped for three hours. That has NEVER happened before.
Not to mention that the sun has started to change into it's spring outfit, so it was almost tshirt weather.
I remember these sorts of days from when The Toddler was a baby. The change in seasons makes so much more of a difference than I ever realised.
Thursday, 22 August 2013
How
I had one of those moments.
Those moments where you realise somehow, you've ended up alone in a house with a toddler and a baby, chopping watermelon with a big persons knife, and being the authority on whether they can have more or should have yoghurt; whether they can watch 'just one more' Peppa Pig; what time they should eat and bathe and go to bed.
Just me in the house.
Those moments where you realise somehow, you've ended up alone in a house with a toddler and a baby, chopping watermelon with a big persons knife, and being the authority on whether they can have more or should have yoghurt; whether they can watch 'just one more' Peppa Pig; what time they should eat and bathe and go to bed.
Just me in the house.
Thursday, 15 August 2013
Wednesdays
Wednesdays are more than just a hump day to me - they are the day before The Toddlers two days in daycare, the last of three days home alone with my two girls.
Wednesday night is a thrill - I am ready to get out of the house at 6pm on the dot to take the girls to family tea with The Husbands family. It's actually a joy for us all, with The Toddler having a bunch of adult friends to play with (making everyone pretend to sleep, play hide and seek, offer them tea, steal their chairs), The Bubby getting laughs and cuddles from extended family, and I get to kick back and relax a little and catch up with adults.
I must say though, after having The Toddler for the weekend, I did notice that some of the family are sounding more and more like me when speaking to her when she's playing up/being trying - a nice little affirmation (in a way) that being worn down is not something that just happens to me.
Wednesday night is a thrill - I am ready to get out of the house at 6pm on the dot to take the girls to family tea with The Husbands family. It's actually a joy for us all, with The Toddler having a bunch of adult friends to play with (making everyone pretend to sleep, play hide and seek, offer them tea, steal their chairs), The Bubby getting laughs and cuddles from extended family, and I get to kick back and relax a little and catch up with adults.
I must say though, after having The Toddler for the weekend, I did notice that some of the family are sounding more and more like me when speaking to her when she's playing up/being trying - a nice little affirmation (in a way) that being worn down is not something that just happens to me.
Wednesday, 14 August 2013
Good baby
Well.
Today I heard a baby cry that went from nothing to soudning like a shrill baby monkey having it's tail pulled off.
I am so, so, so lucky.
Today I heard a baby cry that went from nothing to soudning like a shrill baby monkey having it's tail pulled off.
I am so, so, so lucky.
Saturday, 10 August 2013
Separation
I know that it's not until six - nine months that a baby realises they are separate, but more and more recently I have noticed The Bubby getting upset when she is with someone new.
It's like as soon as she realises I am not the one holding her, she gets upset.
It could be coincidence, but it's also nice to be the one that can sooth her.
It's like as soon as she realises I am not the one holding her, she gets upset.
It could be coincidence, but it's also nice to be the one that can sooth her.
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