I get so cross at myself for inconsistency. I have mentioned before that I am a hopeless case when it comes to trying to do too much at any one time and procrastination is a well honed hobby of mine as well. I was always very good at keeping up to date with my weekly update feature on here for long time and then, towards the middle of my second pregnancy, it became quite hard to keep a grip on things because of this huge sense of being overwhelmed by all that was going on in life. Not to mention I became quite immobile during my third trimester due to hip problems so I felt a bit silly updating the same stuff every week. Nobody would have really benefitted or been interested in the fact that I was ensconced in old Gilmore Girl episodes, becoming a connoisseur of all brands of triple chocolate cookies and thinking up ways to occupy a toddler whilst not being able to move. Or would they? I don’t know. The point is I dropped the ball.
Then second baby, George, made his entrance amidst a whole load of drama and the feeling of being overwhelmed stuck. Life with a newborn is crazy. Life with a toddler and a newborn is almost impossible. George is now almost 20 weeks (where does the time go?!) and I am finally seeing little glimmers of glorious quiet time emerging each day, through establishing a good routine and getting the boys bathed and in bed around the same time therefore it is possible for me to start coming back to Me, Being Mummy in all senses of the term.
To try and do anything before now would have been madness. The past 20 weeks have been amazing… And tiring… And oh so very busy. I feel so disappointed to not have made more of a record of them, for both myself and the boys to look back on in the future. But I have been taking pictures and memories can’t be replaced can they? To be fair, the first few months with George have been very similar to the first few months with Teddy, his older brother. All newborns throw the world they land on into disarray and all parents spend the infamous first six weeks of their life getting to know this tiny being they have created whilst adjusting to the fact that sleep is a survival task and food consists of takeaways and toast. Then it becomes a case of catching up on what you let slip during those six weeks. Things like the house, admin…. if you’re lucky then you start to get back to having a bit more of a social life.
The only bothersome thing for me about returning to weekly updates is the fact that I have completely lost track of how many weeks I am at now, not to mention that before George came along, I was using Teddy’s birth date as the starting point for everything and counted on from there. Now that there is two of them it is a slight conundrum as to what to do for the best. I contemplated combining the two but that resulted in an obscenely long title for the posts (eg. Weekly update #118 for Teddy and #20 for George – Figuring out how the hell to count weeks! sort of thing). So I have decided to just start from #1 again to save giving myself a migraine or making any of you dizzy with where we are at.
So, here we are, Weekly Update #1. Again. Ha!
This week has been spent pretty much at home cleaning. And clearing out old crap out of cupboards and drawers. Emptying trinket pots and boxes to throw away all the odds and ends that serve no purpose or function in anything. I love deep cleanses in the house. There is nothing as therapeutic to me as having a good sort through and stepping back to see a nice, clean and tidy room. It also makes life so much easier! To open a cupboard or a drawer and just take out what you are looking for is amazing! I get so fed up otherwise, and grappling my way through a cupboard to get to the thing I need which is always inevitably at the back or bottom of said cupboard, just leaves me stressed out. Drained even. I have enough running about the place to do with the two boys, I don’t need the house challenging me too.
The only thing is, you always end up with a whole load of stuff that gets segregated into different categories of dump worthiness. My charity shop donation bags seem to get lighter and lighter these days because I swear that they have become very particular about what they will and will not take. A lot of the time I opt for recycling banks but the only problem with that is that you have to be sure to separate all the relative categories into the right bags. The general waste pile is always my favourite because it doesn’t take any sorting through! I currently have one huge bag of miscellaneous junk including a leaky plant pot, two sequined cushions with holes in and a bent and twisted part of a moses basket waiting to be taken to the dump. I can’t wait to shift it. Not only because it’s an eye sore but also because I keep stubbing my toe on it every time I walk into the kitchen.
The reason I have been at home cleaning and sorting is because it has been raining. And we have all been ill with horrible colds therefore venturing out in the summer storms and getting chilly and wet just seemed like an unwise decision. We did venture out one of the days to a nearby park where it was actually quite sunny for the whole time we were walking about.
The good thing about rain is the puddles it creates, and Teddy had a great time running through them whilst yelling ‘Oh NO! Shoes are all WET!’ at the top of his lungs. It was lovely to blow away a few cobwebs and we got some really nice pictures in the park too.
Teddy is becoming more and more vocal now. He is a little behind in his development of speech. But then again, he has been a little bit behind on all his milestones which we were prepared for due to his being a premature baby. You wouldn’t think that five weeks would make a difference but it is definitely there. Nothing major and I have no concerns about him, but he does tend to reach his milestones in conjunction with when his due date should have been. We were told this will be the case right up until at least 4 years old so he is bang on track really.
It is funny when kids first learn to talk. I feel very much like Basil Fawlty trying to communicate with Manuel. I find myself repeating phrases, trying to annunciate them clearly and then for some reason I get louder because I confuse his lack of response and understanding with deafness. He’s not deaf. He doesn’t understand or he simply has selective hearing. Either way, yelling is pretty much senseless.
George has been soaring with his development and can almost sit up unaided. He can manage it for a minute or two but I have to pad him out with lots of cushions as he inevitably falls flat on his face or over to his side like he’s had one too many down the pub. The sheer determination on his face is so sweet though. But he has little patience with himself and is the type of baby who wants to be doing things today by yesterday. I keep joking that he will be driving next week if he continues. It’s great that he wants to do all these new things and I definitely think that watching his older brother do them strengthens his determination. But the downside to all of this is that he gets very impatient with himself and also refuses to be left laying on his back for any significant time. I am always switching him into different positions and have a whole host of things from bouncers, to jungle gyms, to high chairs to sofas all in a bid to keep him occupied and happy. It may be how most babies behave but it comes as a shock to us because Teddy was always so laid back and content to just lay and watch the world go by. He didn’t sit up until almost seven months and even then he preferred to lay down and just kick about. It always amazes me how you can get two children from the same source and end up with such polar opposites.
Mother nature I salute you!
Additional Information and Findings from this week:
- Rain brings out icky slugs on the ground so that when I venture out to the recycle bin in bare feet (because I always seem to forget to put on shoes) I inevitably end up treading on at least one with a cold, slimy squish. Yeugh!
- Our cats hate the rain. They spend the whole time looking woefully out of the window before turning to me with ‘Please make it stop’ eyes. Then I feel bad and give them Dreamies. Which then makes them a little podgy because they can’t get out to run it off.
- The downside to clearing out the house has been that I have had to do it with a bored toddler and clingy baby in tow. Not being able to get out because of the weather paired with us all having colds has led to some pretty challenging moments this week.
- The upside to clearing the house (apart from what I have already listed in the post) is that you discover things that you completely forgot you have. Such as the slouchy jumper that looks nice but is comfortable. Or the bottle of rum you stashed ‘safely’ at the back of the kitchen cupboard. Winning.
- I had to go through the painstaking task of trying on all of my jeans as I worked my way through the wardrobe. I was all dry mouthed and flushed at the thought of peeling off pair after pair and feeling like a lump of pudgy dough at the end of it all but I was pleasantly surprised to find that I can now fit into my pre pregnancy jeans and some pairs are even looking a little baggy! Considering I have consumed quite a few cookies this week I can only put this miraculous occurrence down to the wonder that is breastfeeding. Shan’t get too smug about it all though as am certain that once one ceases to be a walking dairy, one shall in fact fit into one’s jeans but not one’s bras anymore. In fact, one’s mammories shall probably resemble semi deflated balloons.