Wednesday, September 28, 2005

On Monday, Mum and me went to see how Bella was getting on. They're all doing really well, although I think that Bella isn't letting her Mum and Dad get much sleep. I told her that keeping her Mum and Dad up all night feeding might seem like a good idea, but it's not worth it in the long run as it causes "Grumpy Parent Syndrome". (GPS is terrible: you can't get anything done and your whole routine goes to pot. The best cure is lots of sleep, but for a short-term fix you can act really cute and smile a lot. For some reason Mum and Dad never get bored of my smile.)



While I was visiting Bella's, I invented a new game called "Nappy Hurling". It works like this: When you're being changed there's a short period where the tapes are undone but it's still wrapped loosely round you. At this point you reach down, grab the nappy with both hands and throw it as hard as you can over your head. The furthest throw wins, but you get extra points for style (artistic splatter, hitting the cat and so forth). My current record is 33cm with extra points for splattering Bella's carpet, but I'm always on the lookout for opportunities to improve.

On Wednesday, I went to the first of my Baby Massage classes. Mum wondered if it involved me massaging her, but fortunately it turned out to be her massaging me. (Uncle Pete though it might involve "leggy swedish blondes", but I've no idea what he was on about). Mabli and Rowan went too, and we all had a good time, even if I did embarass Mum a bit by my laughing and giggling the whole time. It's very hard to be quiet when someone's tickling your knees!

Sunday, September 25, 2005

I should have been four months old today, but I'm actually nearly seven months old. Kinda strange, isnt it? But I'm big enough now to fit into the mountain of 0-3 months clothes we have. We're very lucky as we've been given loads of clothes from friends (mostly from my friend Ewan, and from Mum's friend Lynne). I think all the choice has sent Mum a bit mad as I've been wearng some very strange things recently. She's particularly keen on putting me in things with ears:



In addition, I've had a number of excellent homemade knitwear garments from Jill and Nana:





These are both really warm and toasty, and I like them a lot.

Otherwise, I've had a pertty quiet week, as Mum hasn't been feeling very well. Dad's ankle is getting better though, and with luck he'll be out of the cast and chasing me round in ten days or so. On Wednesday, I went for another practise at the Childminder's house: we sang some songs and played for a long while and we generally had a good time. Mum is planning to leave me there with my mid-morning snack next week, which should be interesting.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

My mate Ewan was 1 on Saturday! He had a barbeque party, and he had lots of presents to open (I got him a couple of trucks; he seemed to like them but he enjoyed playing with the wrapping paper more). He really enjoyed his cake, even if his big sister Ellie had to help him blow out the candles.



On Monday, we met Ewan again and we went to the park. It was very exciting: we went on the swings! And on the slide! (I did have a lot of help Mum though). I wasn't sure about the swings to start with, but it was eventually fun after a lot of coaxing from Mum.

Also, I think my teeth are finally starting to appear. I've spent most of my waking hours these past few days dribbling and gnawing on my fingers. It's not fun. Sometimes it really hurts and I have to scream out loud or winge for an hour or so (usually around tea-time when I'm tired). I wish my teeth would hurry up and arrive, as I don;t know how much more of this I can take.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Who's this?



At first glance it looks like me, but it's actually Dad! (he's being held by Granny in Altringham, and isn't that a great outfit he's in?) It was taken when he was just eight weeks old (I didn't realise they had colour photography back then). I guess we can be pretty sure that my smile comes from Dad...

Friday, September 16, 2005

Mum had to be very brave on Wednesday. She's going back to work in a few weeks time, and she's arranged for a Childminder to look after me while she's there. On Wednesday, I went to stay with the Childminder without Mum for the first time ever, while Mum went off to do the shopping. I don't think Mum was entirely happy about leaving me there, even though the Childminder is very nice.

While she was away I had a great time singing songs and playing games, and when she came back I gave her a big smile. I think this made it all ok; we'll find out next Wednesday as I'm going back for another practise visit then.

The Outreach Nurse came again on Thursday to discover that I'd grown so much I nearly didn't fit on her scales: I'm now a chunky 10 pounds 7 ounces! She put it down to all the bananas I've been eating, which along with carrots are my favourites (I'll eat pretty much anything if it's got carrot in it, even broccoli). Mum and Dad have been making my food with a noisy and messy thing called a "blender" and a book called Annabel Karmel's New Complete Baby and Toddler Meal Planner. It's stuffed with great ideas and yummy recipes (although anything involving cauliflour is yucky!).

Mum was really happy on Friday because it was suddenly a lot colder (for some strange reason she likes cold weather). I'm a very lucky boy as I've been given loads of jumpers and things, but it's been too warm to wear any of them recently. But today was different, and she was very pleased to put me a natty blue snowsuit:


Monday, September 12, 2005

On Friday, I went back to the Hospital for some more blood tests. They're not something I enjoy much. While they still do them no matter how loudly I complain, I've started to learn the routine a bit. I now start complaining loudly as soon as they come anywhere near me with a MediWipe. Later on, they wanted me to wee into a pot so that they could test that too, but I refused (the way I see it, every little bit of petty resistance counts...)

However, all the tests came out fine; I'm ticking along quite nicely thankyou. The Consultant also had a long chat with Mum about my missing kidney: it's been missing right from the start, and it has nothing to do with me being premature. In fact, the Consultant said that if I'd been a normal baby we might never had known about it. It made me wonder how many people are wandering around without realising they're missing a bit of superflourous plumbing. Anyway, I think all this made Mum feel a bit better, as she's been worrying that it might have been something to do with my traumatic birth.

On Sunday, we went back to the Hospital again. I was a bit worred at first, but it turned out we were going to see Aunty Aimee and her new baby, Isabella. She was born early that morning, and both Aunty Aimee and Isabella looked great. At at 6 pounds and 13 ounces she's a bit smaller than me, but I thought she was fascinatating. Mum says that we'll be able to go round and play soon.


Friday, September 09, 2005

Today is doubly important: not only is it Aunty Ceri's Birthday, I'm also 6 months old! I've not spoken to Aunty Ceri yet, but I'm hoping to sing "Happy Birthday" to her later. I hope she has a great day.

As for me, I have to go back to the Hospital today so that they can do some more blood tests...

Thursday, September 08, 2005

As the weeks goes by, I've found that I can do more and more things. I've recently discovered that I can sit all on my own! Well, I can as long as someone sits me up to start with and that I've got something to hold onto. But it won't be long before I can do it all by my self: although I'm small for my age, everyone is very pleased with my physical development (however, Dad is a bit worried that he won't be able to catch me if I learn to crawl before he gets out of his cast).



I've also taught myself to laugh, which is a real crowd-pleaser. Mum says I'm a bit of a charmer, as my smiles and laughter goes down especially well with the ladies I meet in the supermarket. The best way to get me to laugh is to blow rasberries on my tummy:



Mum is planning to go back to school for two days a week in November, so my parents have been looking for someone to take care of me while they're both at work. On Wednesday, they took me to see the Childminder they've found. Mum is a bit upset about the thought of leaving me with someone else, but the Childminder is really very nice and her house is stuffed full of exciting toys and games, so I think I'm really going to enjoy spending time with her. Plus I think it's important for Mum to have something else to do apart from look after me.

On Thursday, I met up with the gang in Roath Park. All our Mums had coffee and cake at the cafe, and we sat around and chatted about old times in the Unit. Everyone has grown loads since we saw each other last: it's really good to see that everyone's doing so well.


Saturday, September 03, 2005

My Trip Up North Part 5 - Cultural Outings, Visits and Journeys

On Wednesday, we went to see Aunty Ceri at her workplace, the Salford Museum and Art Gallery. She showed me all the exciting exhibitions there, and we had some tasty cake in the cafe. It was great!



On Thursday, we dropped in to see Ma at her work, and then went on to see Granny in Slaithewait and Aunty Jean. We arrived a bit early, so we had some lunch in a cafe called the "Vanilla Bean". It was very busy, but the nice ladies who ran the place were able to warm up my lunch for me. After we had finished, we went on to see Granny - she was very pleased to see me.



On Friday, Dad got his cast replaced at the Hospital. He'll have to wear this one for another four or five weeks, so he's not too happy. The cast itself is pretty funny: it's bright purple! It makes me smile when I see him hopping about with it.

After lunch, we drove back home and it took ages. I was really hot and bored by the time I got home, and I was very relieved to have my tea and get into my bath. I'm glad to be home, but I'm missing everyone terribly.

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