Cot to Bed

This morning while I was opening the curtains in The Toddler's room to start the day, I watched her lean over the edge of the cot and almost land on her head on the floor - luckily for all involved, I finally had one of those parent moments where you lunge toward the child rather than recoil in horror for what's about to happen, and I caught her.

So today, instead of being able to catch up with my friend for a wander around the shops, I had to rush out and buy a safety rail for her bed, remove one side of the cot, fit the rail and work out how to screw the bookshelves to the wall. In a way it was lucky that The Bubby was on another two-hourly feeding frenzy day, because her timing meant I couldn't make it out to the shops afterall, which ended up giving me just enough time to get everything done.

One of my sisters-in-law had forwarded an article months ago about a young girl that had climbed a chest of drawers in her room and pulled it down on herself. Because it landed on her, it didn't make a thud as it hit the ground and her parents had no idea. The first they found of it was when they went in to her room and saw it crushed her (one of the rungs crushed her windpipe so she didn't even call out).

So it was vital that I get the bookshelves in The Toddlers room secured before we let her in a position where her curiosity could encourage her to climb. I'd asked The Husband to do this earlier, but it never happened, so there are a few spare holes in the wall (now hidden by a sticker, the shelves and some frames) while I worked out how to do it.

Putting her to bed to bed was no issue - she saw she had a 'big bed' but didn't play on it, so I was able to put her to bed and she stayed there.

It's going to be a very interesting couple of days/weeks/months, I think.

Creating a monster

The Toddler was in no hurry to leave daycare this afternoon (after getting sad and crying for 'mummy cuddles' as I left that morning), so I told her that when we got home we would have a biscuit.

She went mad for her mini wagon wheel.

Unfortunately / adorably, now she points to the fridge and says 'more cholocolate?'.

Whoops.

Crooked smiles

When The Bubby smiles, she smiles like a friend of mine, first one side (her right) and then the other.

Of course, he smiles that way because he was punched in the head once and sustained some nerve damage (I shouldn't need to clarify that this has not happened to the baby), but it super adorable.

What's the frequency, Kenneth?

1am, 4am, 6am, 9am, 11am, 1pm, 3pm, (1 hr car ride because seriously, stop feeding and sleep please!), 8pm, 10pm.....

4am, 7am, 9am, 12pm, 1pm, 3pm, 4pm, 5pm, 7pm, 8pm, 930pm...

3am.

Yesterday was hopefully the end of a wonder week, so lets hope this feeding frenzy wraps up.

Note

Impatient mummy needs to remember that patting the bassinet only works occasionally, patting the baby and swaying in the dark to music works almost always.

Downsize

For both feeds tonight, The Bubby has done only one side per feed.

Which is great for time saving if we'd agreed on it ahead of time, rather than me spending 10 minutes trying to force a boob in to the mouth of a baby that just wants to coo, smile, then gradually slip off to sleep in my arms.

Babying the baby

Apparently, I'm babying the baby.

If this is even true, I don't see much of s problem - I'm pretty sure a nine week old is still very much a baby...