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“No!”

Henry has started stringing words together lately. “It’s me”, “I do it” and “I’m fine” upon being asked how he is on the phone.

He’s so very capable at such a young age, and I find it very exciting.

Henry also, like most toddlers his age, says “no” a lot. An awful lot. He pushes food, toys, even us away at times, shaking his little head and thrusting his podgy, little hand up to emphasise his point.

There is definitely that toddler defiance in him starting to show. He’s a cheeky rascal though, and will continue to grin at you the whole time.

He has started listening to me more though. When he first learnt to walk, anywhere was fair game in his head. If he can reach it, he can have it, and if he can’t reach then he can point and call for mummy to help.

But when I say something is dangerous, he’ll listen. He won’t touch the oven, he won’t pull wires or grab things like he used to. We have three stairs in our split-level flat, and when he goes down them he gets down on all-fours, with his back to the stairs about 3ft away, and slowly reverses down them.

I am proud of my little munchkin, and he is well-behaved 99% of the time, which is the most I can ask for really.

When I was pregnant, I thought “I’m going to have a baby”. It never even occurred to me that I would then have a toddler, a child, a teenager…

It’s okay – I have a few years to get to grips with that.

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The Adventurer in Him

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…

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Baby on the Move!

Yesterday, Henry decided that he wanted to play with a toy that he couldn’t reach. And then he realised that he could just move forward. Of course, when he realised that, he decided that he didn’t want that particular toy anymore. He wanted to crawl over to the wires behind the television and put them in his mouth. He wanted to see what was under the sofa, and on the window sill. And he wanted to investigate everything.

I really need to baby proof properly. We spent a while going round, decluttering and removing dangerous objects from the reach of little hands. However, that isn’t enough now. We need to get those little hook things for our kitchen cupboards, the clips to put the tv on the wall, and a packet of plug socket protectors.

He’s still going relatively slowly at the moment, which I know won’t last long. He’s still wobbling about and unsteady, but I’m thankful for this, because it’s been two days and I’m already pooped.

It’s crazy how quickly this has come along. I say it all the time, but it didn’t seem that long ago that we were thinking about what cot we wanted to chose for him and what name he was going to have.

And now he’s crawling. My little boy, he’s growing up.

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Weigh In and Baby-Proofing

Henry was weighed again today, for the first time in five weeks, and his weight has jumped from 14lbs 10oz to 16lbs 4oz. He’s still following the 50th centile line exactly. He’s been so quick to pick up everything though, and I’m sure it won’t be long before he’s crawling. He can already roll over from his back to his front, and now from front to back. He does it repeatedly in one direction so he can pretty much move from one side of the rug to the other now. It’s scary how quickly he’s growing up. He not only holds his head up now, but supports his weight on his arms, in a cute ‘baby press up’.

We really have to start (and finish rather rapidly) baby-proofing our apartment. Just looking around now I can see hazards everywhere. An enormous amount of candles and ornaments, glassware and art supplies that need to moved and made safe. The kitchen cupboards need to be secured (curse open-plan living) and the clutter needs to disappear.

Now if I could just find the housework fairy then it would all be okay. I think I lost her in amongst the junk…