I love lists. And stationery. Mostly because they go hand in hand. I have umpteen notebooks, diaries, calendars, post it’s and tiny notepads littered all about my vicinity. My desk has atleast 3 notebooks scattered about it, my handbag has a diary and 2 phones in it, the kitchen counter has a calendar the size of Mars on top of it, resting against the wall, and the fridge has a magnetic filing system dotted about it’s front amongst little momentos from holidays gone by (NOTE: What’s a ‘holiday’ again? I kind of remember but can’t…. quite… nope, it’s gone).
Additional information and findings from this week:
– Another teething wave descended onto our household this week, leaving us all sleep deprived. Screaming, thrashing about and grumpiness became a nightly theme, even for us adults… and possibly even the cats too. I have a feeling our neighbours probably hate us now, I can hear them cough during the night (the walls are that thin!) so they probably got an earful of a BB’s shrieks and our sssshhhing round the clock. Bloody stressful and soul destroying, the entire enamel business. You can’t do much to help your baby’s pain, you get resentful of it for keeping you from your slumber and then you feel guilty for being selfish when your baby is putting up with lumps of bone cutting through their gums. Still, 7 down… another 13 to go. Yay.
– We went swimming for the second time this week. PB was working, so I took BB on my own and he loved it! I dunked him under water for the first time too (bloody nerve wracking experience that had me cursing myself for being so bold and left me convinced he could suffer secondary drowning for the remainder afternoon!) and upon coming back to the surface he giggled. We have a water baby, no doubt about it.
– BB is determined to stand up. We help him to his feet umpteen times a day, and he tries hard to do it himself unaided too. He’s managed it once, but mostly gets stuck in some kind of downward dog yoga pose which then prompts him to yell for help. He will get there… as always, I am in no rush. Standing leads to walking which leads to running which leads to a higher chance of ending up in A&E.
– Independent feeding is another theme this week. If I load up the spoon, all goes relatively well. I just have to stick to letting him try at evening meal times as he ends up decorating himself and the room so it is easier to clear up and I can plonk him in the bath afterwards. For the record, apple sauce is very sticky. And weetabix turns from nutritious breakfast food to wallpaper paste to cement in the space of 15 minutes.