With Wimbledon and the Olympics just around the corner, the theme in the Gallery this week is Action.
This is probably Baby Zs favourite word, in his head I mean. The boy never stops. If he’s not trying to throw himself backwards off the sofa (complete with massive grin), he is running around the house at full speed, trying to climb things like the TV cabinet or entertaining one of the many white good appliances in our house, usually the washing machine. (Did I tell you he can now open the door? Gawd…). Here he is running off with the dustpan. He has recently started “helping” sweep up after I’ve done it, which is very lovely of him but if he could maybe master the Hoover then I would really really love that! (I’m joking. Obviously. Maybe)
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Hello Little Man!
16 months? That’s two months away from “18 months”!. You know? When I can say “He’s one and a half!”. That’s like saying I am the mum of a little boy, not a baby! I know I should be calling you a “Toddler” now and not “Baby Z” but that just makes you seem so grown up. I’ve been thinking I might call you “Baby Z” for a few years yet. Maybe till you start high school or something.
So what have you been doing? Well, its been a busy month with wedding galore. Your “uncle” in Leicester got married and we drove down without Daddy for 4 whole days. I had it all planned out. Packed absolutely everything I could think of and was so prepared I could have opened a baby shop from my car boot! You were absolutely great. For the first 3 hours I mean. Then it came to bedtime ad you screamed the place down. You wanted your own bed and your own daddy and nothing else would do. No amount of rocking, singing or walking around with you would work. After about two hours you decided to give in and go to sleep. I was so frazzled that I vowed I would drive back home first thing the next morning. I was half tempted to drive straight back that night but I was so knackered I fell asleep even with you sleeping almost glued to my side with your arms wrapped tightly around me to make sure I wouldn’t leave you. I woke the next morning with aches in places I didn’t know could ache. You woke up like a little chatty sweet angel, as if you were home again. You then spent the next couple of hours having a glorious time in the kitchen of the person whose house we were staying at, slamming doors, running off with pots and pans and slamming even more doors. I decided I would see how we went and we ended up having a great time at the wedding. I’ve decided though. We will never go to another wedding without Daddy. Ever.
This month you’ve also learnt a new game. Running through people’s legs. You pretty much hurtle, full throttle, towards anyone that’s standing up and then try to run through their legs. Now, for your tall Daddy, this isn’t a problem at all. But at 5 foot nothing, this is a slight problem for me. And when you do it in view of others, its slightly awkward trying to stop you. You either just try harder or will demonstrate your dramatics and swoon backwards in a majestic tantrum.
You’ve also learnt a few words (hurrah hurrah!!). You’ve started saying “Happy Birthday!” …which actually comes out “Aapeee Daaaay!” but you can spend about an hour just repeating it over and over which sounds very cute. I sometimes try to trick you into repeating “Mumeeeeee” but you will stop abruptly as if you have busted me and stare for a couple of seconds before carrying with your “Aapeee Daaaay!” chanting. You can also say “Three!” (it comes out “EEEeeeee!”) if we say “One! Two!…” This second one is really cute and we love being pushy parents and showing off these new party tricks.
If over the next month you’d like to say “mummeeee” then that would be lovely! Not that I mind being called “Daadaa!” but, you know…just, if you want to!
We took you to the zoo for the first time this month and you were so fascinated with the little monkeys. You kept touching the glass to touch them and you couldn’t take your eyes off them. You weren’t too bothered about the other animals but your Daddy had us running around the entire zoo so we wouldn’t miss any of the feeding times. Between the both of you I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a pair of excited boys. We came home completely shattered but it was a lovely day out.
You’re still fairly scared of the robot hoover but we can see you’re trying to psyche yourself up to go near it. Recently you even go right up to it and try to touch it. Once though you managed to switch it on by accident and as soon as it started moving you promptly ran away screaming.
That was really funny!
Oh, and one last thing…today I booked tickets for In the Night Garden live! I know. It’s just SOOO exciting isn’t it? It’s not till August so you’ll be a bit older by then and
not freak out hopefully enjoy it properly. We’re even seeing Iggle Piggle afterwards!!
So, until next time baby! Mmmwah!!
In the words of the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, “I’m late, I’m late! I’m late I’m late I’m late!”.
I meant to write this post weeks ago. Telling you about the greatness that is my blog. Well, my “ok-ness” then! It’s MADs time you see. Blog awards! This time last year I’d just discovered the blog world and the massive online parent community. The blogs kept me both awake and sane through the 4 times a night feeds that Baby Z demanded. I think they kept me falling off the cusp of sanity. Even though I looked like a wrecked zombie. But that’s by the by. A couple of months later I decided to start my own blog. It started as a way to just record what was going on with Baby Z, how he was growing and the new tricks he was learning on a daily basis. It stopped me moaning constantly about lack of sleep and give me something to focus my mushed brain on.
Almost a year later my little blog is a bit of an addiction and a secret hobby that not many real life people know about. All about Baby Z, me and everything else that pops into my brain!
So if you like what you read then you can nominate me for a MAD blogger award. Right Here!
I think the Best New Blog category probably fits me best but I’m not fussy. Go nuts in any category you like
And the bit about being late? Nominations ends this Friday!! Arrrgh, I’m late, I’m late….!!
Thank you. I’d like to thank….
As I sit on the sofa knackered from my cousins 4 day wedding week I have been reminiscing about how Baby Z has had a complete ball over the last few days and how I have coped (solo, might I had) looking after him. Here is my guide on how to go to a wedding with a 1 year old.
1. Pack absolutely everything you have ever purchased for toddler. This includes travel cot, portable feeding chair, approximately 250 different types of snacks and about 7 different outfits. Just in case.
2. Carry around a massive changing bag to all the different parties and periodically rub your shoulder to soothe changing bag chafing.
3. Create the “Baby Zone” by placing all sorts of baby nik naks on your table including spare jumper, various snacks, beaker and various toys.
4. Watch toddler toss each item under the table out of reach and make mental note to retrieve it all at some point.
5. Spend some time later on hands and knees under the table trying to look for everything.
6. Try to stop toddler from giving himself a piercing by constantly taking the fork and other bits of cutlery away from him.
7. Try to stop the toddler smashing the plates by moving everything to the centre of the table.
8. Growl at the manager of the venue when he tells you there aren’t any any high chairs available.
9. Spend time chasing excited toddler around the massive venue.
10. Try to unsuccessfully stop toddler running into the “Do Not Enter” catering area.
11. Spend time trying to retrieve toddler from under one of the food counters. Use lettuce and bits of salad to try to coax him out.
12. Spend time gripping excited toddler under one arm so that child looks like he is in a superman pose and try to sit him down in your lap.
13. Watch cousins giggling at Baby Z trying to squirm from grip. Shout “Just you wait, it’ll be your turn one day!”.
14. Give up trying to keep toddler in one place and delegate babysitting over to grandad. Try to wolf down dinner in record time. Realise you missed the starter.
15. Eventually feel sorry for grandad chasing around the endless bundle of energy and take over baby watching.
16. Try to entertain toddler with array of toys. Watch toys get chucked around. Give toddler expensive camera in attempt to keep him quiet.
17. Greet bride and groom who comment on beautiful toddler. Try to stop toddler from trying to grab hold of shiny tie / brides earrings / bride herself.
18. Breathe a sigh of relief as toddler starts dropping off in your lap. Then realise he’s got a second burst of energy.
19. Ask if it’s time to go home yet.
20. Eventually almost whoop with joy when you realise the wedding party is over. Almost run to car.
21. Look open mouthed as you place toddler in car and watch him fall asleep and start snoring instantly. Wish you could do the same.
22. Make a mental note never ever to go to another wedding again without OH. Ever.
23. In pondering the above, reverse straight into cousins car in full view of wedding party. Wish ground would swallow you up.
24. Turn even more crimson as your mum bangs on the drivers side window from the outside and watch her tell you off through said window. Complete with wagging finger. Again, in full view of wedding party.
25. Laugh hysterically the next day at all of the above whilst recounting above antics.