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Busy Bees & Eager Beavers

I feel so drained, but in a good way. It’s as if we’ve crammed in a massive amount of activities in a very short space of time. It’s been a long day, but at least I know I’ll sleep well tonight. We took Henry swimming again today – another successful session! Seeing him splashing about all happy and having endless amounts of fun makes it all worth it. He doesn’t even cry when we’re getting him dressed or anything. He just falls asleep after.

We’ve gone and booked our wedding reception too. It’s all very exciting! I love all the planning of it, and thinking about how Henry fits nicely into our plans for the day. He’s going to look so handsome in a miniature suit and little waistcoat… not that it will stay clean for long!

I have also, for the second time this week, managed to make it to the gym! It was my first time back in over a year on Sunday, and then again today. Juggling work, relationships and pregnancy all took over my already bursting schedule. My filofax is well-worn and well-loved. I do really enjoy going for a nice workout though, and a relaxing swim afterwards. It makes me feel a little more human, and it is very much ‘me-time’. I have to make the most of that when I can. Two swims in one day though! I never thought I’d see the day.

It’s unbelievable just how much of a toll neglecting my health a little and the pregnancy/baby has taken on my general fitness. Twice a week though, and I shall see improvements.

Henry will thank me for it, when he’s a little older and wants to run around the park and do all those things that children want to do. I just need to stick to it, like I have with taking Henry swimming, and to his little rhymetime mum and baby sessions.

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Swimming Success

We took Henry swimming again this morning, and with a friend joining us too. Henry adores other children and babies. He finds them fascinating and stares at them, attempting to copy their actions. He’s a baby with an inquisitive nature, and he learns so well in these situations. I really relax around other mums too. It’s nice to be with someone who knows exactly what it’s like.

And this time, unlike the less successful swimming session we had pre-wetsuit, Henry had so much fun! It was by far the happiest he’s been in the water so far, and the most animated he’s been. We held him on his back, floating in the water, and he splashed his little, podgy arms and kicked his chubby legs making massive splashes and laughing and smiling all the while. He loved it. He splashed himself with water then laughed about it. He’s never been like this before. It makes it so much nicer that he’s clearly getting a lot of enjoyment out of it, and it makes it far more rewarding for me. My persistance is finally paying off!

I don’t even dread going back next week. I want to go, I’m actually looking forward to it. Wow, I never thought I would say that.

And Henry didn’t even cry when we were getting him changed. A few little grumbles as he was being manouvered back into his clothes, but what baby doesn’t prefer being naked and free as nature intended? And nature obviously intended for Henry to be a little water baby… eventually.

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“Don’t Dribble On My Wedding Folder!”

I take on too much at once. I can’t wait for anything in a good and reasonable time. It all has to happen now. These are the things I know I am guilty of, and so leaves me quite stressed at times. I started a new job, had a baby, moved house and am now planning a wedding all in a really short space of time. So aside from bereavement and divorce, I’m tackling the top stressful life events all at once. Hoorah.

I am really enjoying planning our wedding, at the same time as hating the family politics of the guest list and trying to fit in appointments to see venues and meetings with various people in between Henry-schedule. It is lovely to think about including our lovely little boy in our plans though. I’m looking forward to buying him a tiny suit and waistcoat, and the plan is to tie our rings onto a little ring cushion so he can hold it when he walks down the aisle. Our beautiful, little ringbearer. I can’t wait.

It is stressful though, and that’s not even mentioning budgeting and how expensive everything is. Twenty-five pounds a head doesn’t sound so bad, but when you start to multiply it by numbers starting at eighty… and that’s just for food. It makes me want to sob into my pillow. It’ll be alright on the night though, I’m sure. When it all comes down to it, I just want to be married to the man I love, and I hope that people I haven’t included in the celebration (down to money and limited numbers, and that is all) will be happy for us instead of being offended. After all this is done, I just want to be able to say I enjoyed my day, and now we are a family in the eyes of the law as well as in our hearts and minds. Henry deserves to know how much his parents love each other as well as him, and that he is included in our own little family.

My wedding planning folder has recently had a lovely contribution from Henry too; pages and pages of drool.

Eloping sounds so tempting right about now.

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First Train Journey

We took Henry on his first ever train journey today. I spent the day with Henry and my mother, shopping and drinking coffee in a nearby city. He was so brilliant all day, and didn’t cry at all. He was too busy staring at everything that was going on, taking it all in and soaking it up like a sponge. He got quite a bit of attention on the train too. I’m so proud of him!

He’s hardly napped all day. I guess the excitement was too much, and the thought of missing out on something was just too great. He’s fast asleep now though. He went to bed a little earlier than usual tonight, but I think that was for the best.

I even sat him in a highchair in a coffee shop, and fed him sweet potato that I made previously and some cooled boiled water in his beaker. He loved it, and was such a good boy! I’m not saying it was easy, especially compared to how it used to be, going out without a care in the world and only yourself to take care of, but he made things so manageable. It’s the best I can hope for, and I just love him so much. It makes me so excited about being able to take him on day trips without having to worry about how he will be.

And I have nice plans for my upcoming birthday this week. He was out for over seven hours and didn’t moan once. I just have to make the most of the nice weather while it lasts. I even managed to treat myself to a new hat. I spent most on Henry though. It’s really funny how I don’t even want to spend my money on myself anymore. I ‘invested’ in a few tops for Henry. One with a picture of a Smurf on the front, one with AC/DC on it and one with the Rolling Stones fourty licks logo.

I know, it had to be done!

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Duck Pond

It’s such a lovely, sunny day today that we took Henry out in his pushchair and took him to the park. We had a nice walk around the duck pond and over bridges and in the woods, bought ice creams and enjoyed the sunshine.

Henry loves being outside so much. Apparently I was the same as a child. It’s funny how he can be so upset indoors for some unknown reason yet as soon as we step outside he’s the happiest little boy on the planet.

I think we may have to invest in some National Trust memberships when he’s a little older. He’s going to be a nature kid. I’m glad. Better that than television and xbox. Little boys need the park and outdoor games, especially in summer. It will be lovely to take him to feed the ducks too. There’s so many things to get excited about now.

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First Mother’s Day (Part One)

A little birdie told me that Henry has ordered me something on the internet for my first Mother’s Day tomorrow. I don’t know if it has arrived in time or not, but that’s very clever for a four-month-old.

I love my special, little boy (and my lovely fiance who I suspect may have had something to do with this)…

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Being Prepared for Weaning

I like to think I’m an organised soul, the state of my wardrobe would tell you different, but I am very attached to my Filofax. I love it so much, and it is so exciting when they release the new year’s diary. Or when I treat myself to an extra map or some stickers or even a new pen! Anyway, I digress…

As Henry is about to take the plunge into the wonderful world of baby purees, I have decided to prepare for the event. I don’t have the money for pre-made baby jars and more importantly I don’t want to give them to Henry on a regular basis. Making them myself means I know exactly what goes into them.

I’ve breastfed him exclusively for four months now. I’ve given him the best start I possibly could have, and I want to continue giving him the best. I know what it is like to struggle with weight issues, diets and sometimes having quite an unhealthy relationship with food. I don’t want Henry to have to experience any of that, and if I can start him on the right track, I’m surely going to make the effort to prepare him a few purees.

Jars only on the odd occasion, like a takeaway treat.

I’ve ordered the Tommee Tippee Explora baby blender, bought some lidded ice cube trays and freezer bags, dusted off my steamer and arriving in my Tesco delivery this morning is a whole bunch of fresh fruit and vegetables. Carrots, apples, bananas, parsnips, spinach, and brocolli to name a few!

I am very excited. As you can keep them for up to a month as frozen cubes of baby puree, I an going to start preparing some now. He is going to learn to love healthy food, and there’s no better motivation for me to be a little more careful with my diet than having a baby to take care of.

Not just for the here and now, but because I want to live a happy and healthy life so I can be there for Henry as long as I possibly can be.

This is, of course, a benefit of having Henry young.

So, it will be time to start making Henry’s dinners just as soon as the blender arrives. I’m very excited.

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Rhymetime

My first baby meeting I’ve mustered up the courage to go to. It is hard when you don’t have many ‘mum friends’ and walking into a room full of strangers is quite daunting when you don’t have a suit and a PowerPoint presentation to hide behind. Being a mum is a completely different world for me.

I have never seen so many babies in my life. Even at the hospital in the maternity ward.

I sat Henry on my lap and jigged him about a little as the mass of mums (and a dad, who I have such admiration for) chorused nursery rhymes. Twinkle twinkle little star, hickory dickory dock and the wheels on the bus have stayed firm favourites since my childhood it would seem.

Henry loved it. He stared at all the other babies and children, and the colourful carpet. He drooled on his best romper suit I’d dressed him in for the occasion and then when it was all over half an hour later, fell asleep.

A very succesful morning I think, as I am now enjoying a rather lovely chocolate tiffin in Costa as a ‘well done’ to myself. I am determined to make this a regular thing.

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Pancake Day

We took a trip to the supermarket for pancake ingredients. I made mine with chocolate chips and fresh strawberries. The other half made his with honey and sugar.

I can’t wait for when Henry is old enough to get excited about cooking and baking with me, like I used to with my mother.

I remember all the times my brother and I fought over who would get to lick the bowl after baking a cake. I want Henry to remember good times he spent with me when he’s older too.

I’m going to make sure he looks back on his childhood with a smile.image

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Sleep When They Sleep

All the baby advice books say it. All the experienced mothers tell you to ‘try and do it’. Your body wants more than anything to make the most of the quiet moments, and yet, it is harder than you would think.

There’s a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, and a laundry basket overflowing, and even though you vacuumed yesterday it looks like you haven’t for years. The ‘I’ll quickly just do that’ moment turns into several chores, and before you know it, the little one has woken up and is needing a feed/nappy change/more attention.

I’ve tried to not do these things, but it has now resulted in me lying awake at night, watching the clock and knowing that I should be asleep but also could be catching up on the endless household duties I’ve recently failed to keep up with. So I end up doing neither.

Everyone tells me not to worry, because I have a new baby, but that doesn’t stop me cringing when someone walks in and tries not to notice the mess.

It also probably doesn’t help the situation that we have boxes everywhere and a terrible amount-of-clutter to size-of-house ratio. Well after this weekend hopefully that will have changed somewhat. I couldn’t be happier about moving, but I am on the stressful side of it at present.