Henry’s speech has come a very long way in such a short space of time. He was talking very early, and we didn’t have the cute babbling for long, but recently his sentences and new words have astounded me. Each day he says something new that, most of the time, I don’t know where he’s learnt it.
He used to call his uncle “Day-chib”, but it was only a few weeks before he got the hang of David properly. He also used to say phrases such as “look mummy, a naughty car” when he actually meant “noisy”. That disappeared suddenly too.
My baby still struggles with the pronunciation of “another” though, with it always sounding more like “Aaron”. I smile to myself every time I hear these little things, in his lovely little voice. He’s so funny.
There’s also the funny phrases and hand gestures, for example when he says “where daddy, where?” and throws his hands out, fingers splayed. Also the “I don’t know” response to simple questions and whenever you ask him why, he responds with “because…. umm…” and then says the first thing he thinks of, which is usually something like car, train, tractor etc.
I want to remember these things – they are beautiful and they make me so proud. Henry makes me proud!
We’ve crossed over into trantrum territory of late. Henry has learnt the word ‘no’, and uses it very forcefully when faced with food he doesn’t like, safety straps he doesn’t think necessary and when he’s too busy playing to have his nappy changed.
He’s a little pickle. I love my little handful, but those tears are not from hurt or hunger or something easy to defuse. They are definitely I-want-that-now tears, or let-me-do-this tears.
And how do you stop this kind of behaviour?
I don’t give in to his demands, but in public, when you get the cold stares and looks of disgust, it’s hard to refrain from giving him what he wants just to keep him happy. But I know that it’s for the best in the long run.
On the other hand, Mr Pickle has progressed again in his speech and social development. He can now say ‘fish’ when he sees them (or a picture of them in his books), and he now waves and says ‘bye’ and ‘b-bye’ when leaving people or places. He also, upon visiting his nana, walked proudly into her house saying ‘it’s me!’ and giving her a massive grin.
He’s turning into a little boy, before my very eyes. He’s still a little tot though. He decided it was playtime at half past five this morning, waking up, full of beans. In the car though, only three hours later, he conked out. I managed to get him out of the car and carefully onto the sofa at his childminder’s without him stirring.
He’s a big boy now, but even big boys need their sleep.
Henry is asleep on the sofa next to me. I’m on my new kindle fire, and loving it. It’s a lot easier to whip out when the babe is napping, and doesn’t take as long to load as my ancient laptop.
We’ve recently moved Henry out of his cot and into his big boy bed, so now he’s started napping on the sofa to make his new bed just for night times. It’s a fire engine, and its only about the height of his little cotbed mattress. For the last three nights he’s been in it, he’s been really good. He goes to sleep about half seven and doesn’t wake up until around six in the morning. The first morning he didn’t realise he could climb out of it so just sat in bed waiting for us to come and get him.
He looks so little but so grown up, and things are changing fast. He now insists that he walks along the pavement instead of being carried anywhere. It just means that we have to be extra organised and leave a good twenty minutes earlier to factor in time for little steps. He does so well though, and I’m so proud of him. He wants to learn and he wants to be able to do these things. I can see him getting very frustrated when he sees us or other children doing things he can’t yet. But that’s good, because I see ambition in him and he’s going to be a clever boy.
It helps when he’s being stubborn or defiant to get him to feel like a big boy. Hence the fire engine bed. We’re seeing a lot of difference in him of late. It all goes so fast, and we’re not pushing to grow up, and were not stopping him from progressing either. It all happens in a blink of an eye.
I must remember to record these little things. His baby book is looking very healthy, but I’ve still got a lot of photos to organise. He doesn’t even look like the little boy I gave birth to. He’s comfortably in 12-18 months clothes now, which is strange when I come across newborn clothes that used to swamp him.
My boy, he’s a little wonder.
My homemade christmas decorations – the challenge is making them toddler-proof!
I was so excited about christmas this year that I put the decorations up on 30 November. We have the tree on our kitchen counter to stop it being so tempting for Henry. I’m sure it would have only been about 30 seconds before Henry decided to try and climb it, and instead ending up under it.
All my christmas shopping is done too, and we’ve just bought Henry his big present. It’s a Smart Trike DX; a bright green trike that we can use instead of the pushchair on walks. Henry is at that stage now where he hates being put in his pushchair because he wants to see the world. He likes to see what’s going on, and he loves to feel like he’s a big boy.
So for christmas, we’ll give him his trike (which his daddy has promised to build so I don’t have to!) and hopefully he’ll enjoy going for walks again. He had so much fun being pushed around in it in the shop - giggling like a cutie pie! Though he made quite a fuss when we had to take him out of it…
Henry took his first steps yesterday, on Saturday 10th November, one week before his first birthday. I am so proud and so happy to witness it. More so because only myself and his daddy were present for the once-only event, and chances were stacked against us. We both work more than we spend with Henry. It’s not ideal – in a perfect world we could clone ourselves and get to experience everything – but it’s not an option at this time.
It does break my heart when I have to hand him over in the morning, but he’s in good hands and I know he is well looked after.
As for his first steps, I couldn’t stop smiling, looking at him toddling along, with a huge smile of satisfaction on his face. It was as if he’d all-of-a-sudden figured out the solution to the problem. He took at least 5 or 6 shaky steps before sinking to his knees and turning to us for approval.
We’re off to buy him some shoes today…
It seems as if it is getting harder to find the time to sit and write. Or do anything really.
I am all too aware of the time that is taken up by the things that have to be done – working, cooking, cleaning – but now there is a new leech on time that often takes over, and I’m not even talking about having children to run around after. It’s technology.
I reap the benefits of blogging, when I can actually find the time, but there are some more pointless and unfortunately very addictive sides to being in the tech generation. One example of this is my oh-so-brilliant smartphone. I loved this when I first got it. I’m sure everyone does, it’s very exciting getting a new gadget to play with. Henry was excited about getting a new chew toy too.
The problem is, with all these apps and unlimited texts and wi-fi is that I struggle to put it down. It gets to the point where I have to go and put it in the other room to stop myself picking up, not through boredom but habit, and mindlessly scrolling through facebook and twitter. It is a lot easier to manage your facebook use when you can only log in on your laptop. The fact that it is always there is haunting me. It is ridiculous when it starts eating into the quality time I am spending with the little man.
It’s more than ridiculous. It’s disgraceful.
I don’t use it more than is necessary now until Henry has gone to bed. I’m only writing this now as the bubs is in bed and I have one of those rare moments to myself. I continue to get shocked by the parents taking their children to the park and just ignoring them while on phones. The toddlers and young children with ipads. What is wrong with a storybook and a cuddle?
I can understand schoolchildren with laptops for homework but I cannot understand a baby with an iphone.
If you want to discuss this further, you can catch me after 7pm, because before that time I will be giving Henry my undivided attention.
Henry stood up yesterday, without holding on to anything. I couldn’t believe it. He’s only just turned nine months last week, and he’s already capable of so much. The concentration on his little face was incredible. I could see his muscles tense in his whole body, wobbling slightly, trying to balance. He realised he was doing it without falling, and gave me the cheekiest grin as I stood there, mouth open wide in awe.
He’s just so clever. He waves really well now, and claps all the time. He said ‘grandada’ for the first time a few days ago too, adding to his list of words he says out of context but impressing us nonetheless.
It’s amazing how he’s growing so fast into this little boy I can’t help but be insanely proud of. It’s just shocking how much emotion one little thing can make you feel. It’s crazy how much love and pride can explode inside you, and I understand now when you get grandparents telling you stories about their beloved grandchildren. I can completely relate to all those parents whose first words to you after ‘Hello’ are ‘I have two of my own, you know,’ before launching head-first into a story about how they once did this and once did that.
And I can appreciate why you would feel the need to write about every little thing your pride and joy has achieved in an online blog.
Thanks for listening. What did your son or daughter do that made you smile with pride and love today?
I’ve officially returned to work now. Henry has adapted so well, I don’t even know what I was worrying about. When I go to pick him up, it’s almost as if he’s having too much fun to leave. He crawls around with a cheeky grin on his face – as per usual – and he’s busy chatting away to his childminder.
It makes it so much easier for me to go to work knowing he is doing just fine. I do love being back at work. I’m a working woman. I want to contribute to society, to feel like I have my own life beyond cleaning poop and counting out scoopfuls of formula, and to be able to support my family financially.
And then I’ll come home and be the best mother I can possibly be. And I will give him lots of cuddles and chat to Henry about his day. I will make the most of the weekend; take him swimming, to the park, to soft play, to the zoo and the library and the beach. He’s one well-loved baby. Being apart for a short time will only enhance our relationship, I’m sure of it.
Besides, who wouldn’t want to come home to this:
The day before yesterday, Henry decided to surprise us both by showing us that he is growing up. I was in our bedroom, and my other half was in the nursery, presumably changing Henry’s nappy. I could hear over the baby monitor the sound of them playing together and having a morning chat.
‘Henryyyy. How are you this morning?’
‘Oh, really? So you had a nice sleepy, did you?’
‘Can you say dada?’
‘Did you just say daddy?’
And so it went, that mum lost the race to be the first ever distinguishable word to be spoken by our son. And I was so proud of him that I didn’t even care. Henry’s daddy and I were both grinning like idiots for the rest of the day. What a clever boy!
But just a few hours later, with Henry crawling around the floor, I turned around to see him clinging onto the edge of the tv unit, standing up. He’d pulled himself up from crawling position for the first time on his own. Once he’d figured out how to do it, he repeated this on the side of the sofa, and decided that standing was far better than crawling.
He’s becoming a little boy right before our very eyes. He’s not even eight months yet, and he’s doing all this. I can’t believe how quick it’s going, but I am very proud of him. Now I get why people go on and on about their children. I don’t mind in the slightest indulging other parents in this anymore! It’s just the best feeling, there really is nothing like being a parent.
Henry has decided that, as he can now move around of his own accord, it is about time to start causing some mischief. Today, he has found himself in previously uncharted territory (otherwise known as the kitchen). He also has decided that, while his daddy was playing xbox, he wasn’t getting enough attention. The solution to this was to crawl over to the television, press the big power button, and turn around with a cheeky grin on his face. Message received, Henry!
It’s impossible to be at all annoyed with his cute, little antics though. He makes me laugh at him all day long, and I have so much fun with him.
He’s been crawling for about a week now, and has an attraction to wires and curtains, phones and cupboards. I do love my little rascal, and how I have to take him to the bathroom with me now…