Things are changing around here, in more ways than one. The feeling in the air is changing, I certainly feel Spring and only a terrific cold snap would put the brakes on that. I’m planning an almighty Spring Clean / Sort Out that will undoubtedly turn in to a “whole house make-over”. The food we are eating is changing and is heading in a lighter direction.
The babies are changing too. And changing very quickly I might add. In fact one of the reasons why we need to have such a huge sort out here at the house is because the babies are almost on the move. And that my friends is rather a big deal. You see our house is perfect for Robert and I. We have open fires, log burners, an AGA, an open staircase, low tables that we put cups of tea on ALL THE TIME and many other not- quite- baby friendly areas in the house.
And in just a short while these areas are going to be causing all sorts of problems as we will soon have not one but two babies on the move.
Although not quite crawling they can both spin around, seemingly in midair, when laying on their backs and before you can reach for a wet-wipe they are on their fronts. No longer is the tall boy used for changing nappies I hasten to add, everything is now done on the floor. They are like two small baby otters and it’s as if they know they can now move of their own accord and by golly they’ll do it at every opportunity. This presents problems not only when I am trying to pull on their Winter tights to keep their legs warm but more so when I have a smelly poo that needs dealing with and they want to drag it across the room with them.
Yep, they laugh when I try to pull them back and continue cleaning them up.
Ned is never happier these days than when he is face planted on the carpet and inspecting the pile. Either that or he is judging me for the “not yet dealt with” marks on the carpet caused by me dropping an entire plate of Jam Thumbprints, jam side down, on to the carpet before Christmas.
Ned : OK, I’ve had a good look. I’d say the jam will almost certainly come up with some hot soapy water. I’m amazed it has taken you this long, Mother.
Can I come back up now?
Ned : Hello?
Can I come back up now?
Alright, I’m sorry about the last remark, I know you’ve been busy, but can I please be picked up or you’ll have my last meal on the carpet as well?
Anaïs takes a different approach to learning to crawl which Robert and I like to call the Skydiver. Both arms and legs come off the floor and I think she thinks that this will transport her forward. I never like to burst anybody’s bubble, especially my own daughter’s, but now and again I encourage her to use her arms and legs. She looks at me as if I’m mad and continues using her method whilst hollering for effect.
If she is still in this position when she is eighteen I’ll almost certainly bring the topic up again.
There you go. You’ll get there, Cake.
In case you’re wondering I call them both ‘Cake’ occasionally as I want to eat them. Nothing too deep or meaningful.
Another development is that Anaïs (and almost Ned) can now hold their bottles.
This means that bottle time now looks a little like this. Anaïs makes me die as she takes her bottle really seriously. Nothing, NOTHING, distracts her from that bottle. She even closes her eyes to enhance the experience.
Where she gets these dramatic tendencies from is beyond me.
BEYOND ME I TELL YOU (!!!!)
We are weaning them at the moment and although we feed them using some very nice organic pouches I am actually making my own purees too. If you’d like I can certainly share some of my recipes with you. I’ll make a special section on my site just for them in the very near future.
Ned however is more interested in eating his foot than the very expensive organic pouches I buy. Which he does with much aplomb and flexibility. In fact it kinda makes me jealous. WHERE’S MY YOGA MAT?
Ned how’s your foot tasting today?
Great thanks, Mum. How’s yours? Oh, that’s right, you couldn’t eat your foot could you!
WHERE’S MY YOGA MAT?
No matter how much Ned says that he likes his feet there is certainly something he likes chewing on even more and that is his Daddy’s fingers. He really goes for it too. I often see Robert wincing slightly as Ned chows down unaware that his father has nerve endings in his digits that make the force of his gums feel rather uncomfortable.
Yep, he goes for it.
On News Years Day morning I discovered that Anaïs had not one but two teeth coming through on her bottom gums so this pastime is no longer possible with our daughter. Believe me Robert tried it and was nearly never the same again. Put it this way, if Anaïs had had her way he wouldn’t have an entire set of fingers left.
But Ned is still all gums.
And he’s making the most of it.
Apparently this is the most depressing day of the year. It annoys me when people label whole days so negatively. It’s dull, of that there is no question, but this could also be the best day of some people’s lives depending on what they are doing and I don’t want to be robbed of an entire twenty four hours thank you very much.
Have a GREAT day. I love you and shall see you back here tomorrow.
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