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My boy, my bowling buddy

We took Henry bowling yesterday. He’s been before with his daddy, but we were both there this time. He started getting squeaky and excited before we even entered the building. His little squeals of happiness are so lovely.

He could barely wait until I had entered his name on the screen. “Henry” on the one little lane. His daddy set up the little ramp for him and helped (carried) the bowling ball over to the ramp. Henry wasn’t quite tall enough to reach, so needed to be picked up to even reach the ball.

Henry bowling

Henry bowling

Henry really did enjoy himself. He would say ”ready, steady, GO!” as he pushed the ball, and then stand there and watch as it rolled slowly down the lane. When it hit the skittles, he would cheer and clap his chubby little hands. Everything is exciting again with him around. I’m really enjoying being a mum!

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Playmates and learning to share

I’ve had a really good couple of days with Henry, even though being on my own is still difficult. I struggle to come up with things to do, and find it even harder to get the motivation to do them. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt since becoming a mum is that parenting doesn’t come naturally to me. But I love my boy more than anything, and I’ve become more entertaining and more cuddly than I ever was before. Hearing his little giggle, and feeling his little hugs are the best things I have ever experienced.

I think I’m being hard on myself. It’s not that I’m not a good mother. I’m not perfect but I give him everything he needs along with buckets of excess love and affection and attention. It’s just that I was never one of these girls who knew they wanted to be a mum. My maternal instinct didn’t really kick during pregnancy either. It was all a blur, so I don’t really remember how I felt. I knew it was my job to protect him, and maybe that was all that was needed, but the intense feeling of love I now get only started after he was born. I look at him now and I just – I don’t even know! I want to squish his little chubby bits and kiss his soft little skin and tickle him and listen to his giggle and look into his big, brown eyes and see the love.

I guess I’m a mum now.

I love when he’s sleeping and I check on him and he’s so peaceful. Or he’s on his front with his bum sticking up in the air. That makes me laugh.

Yesterday, we went for a walk around a garden centre, mainly to buy plant feed but Henry ended up walking around for a good hour and a half. He liked the garden gnomes and kept pointing to their noses. He also was fascinated with the automatic sliding doors. We had lunch there (Henry is officially a toasted teacake fanatic!) before heading over to ELC where I treated Henry to a toy trolley complete with play food. He loves it. He spent the rest of the evening pushing it around the front room.

Today, we had a little play date. His best buddy came over for lunch and messy play. After reading on another mum’s blog about the fun they had with a tuffspot (builder’s cement mixing tray) I decided to make this purchase. We don’t have a garden (I was buying indoor plant feed…) but that shouldn’t mean Henry misses out on making a mess.

So along with his little friend, Henry played with playdough, tried to eat playdough, got caught by mummy eating things we shouldn’t, had a spot of lunch and then got to making a mess.

Fingerpainting. I wonder why they call it fingerpainting when really it should be hand, foot, leg, head and bum painting. And let’s-completely-cover-mummy painting.

Needless to say, the rascals went straight in the bath. Luckily, no carpets were destroyed in the making of this blog post. It’s all good fun though. And they really seemed to enjoy themselves.

I need to do more activities like this with Henry, and I will do now he’s getting to an age where he can.

I love so spending time with him, doing things like this. Before long, he’ll be grown up and I need to make the most of this.

What fun will we get up to tomorrow? Waterplay sounds interesting, and less damaging than paint anyway…

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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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There’s Something About Mozart

Henry’s nanny bought him over a new toy to play with. It’s a caterpillar that plays classical music; Mozart, Beethoven, Vivaldi and Bach are all included.

Now I’ve heard all the stories about playing classical music to a developing baby in the womb, and that it is said to increase the baby’s IQ (I don’t know how much truth there is in that) but I know one thing for sure, my baby loves it.

He sits and listens, transfixed until the music stops. The concentration on his face is amazing for a boy of five months. I’m sure it can’t hurt to expose him to the wonderful, cultured world that is classical music. And even if it doesn’t make him more intelligent, it certainly helps with development and his enjoyment! Music is good for the soul!

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First Trip to the Zoo

For my birthday, my other half decided he would treat me and the little man to a day at the zoo. It was so lovely, doing something as a family, and Henry loved it. He was so interested in all the little animals, his favourite by far being the monkeys. They came right up to the glass, and Henry and the monkey were just staring at each other. It was so interesting for him, and he fell straight asleep after we left. He had worn himself out with all the new things to take in.

He got to see all sorts of animals; penguins, flamingos, beavers, otters, porcupines, mice, meerkats and lizards among other things. He also loves to watch other children running around and playing. It must be interesting for him, and important for him to know the world isn’t only full of adults!

There was also a sign on one of the enclosures saying ‘New Baby’ and it had details of a new baby monkey that was just four and a half months old. By coincidence, it was born on the same day as Henry. I had to take a picture.

I was thoroughly spoilt, with such nice gifts (including a huge Me To You bear from Henry) and lovely cards. We also went wedding ring shopping, and ordered our rings which is very exciting. I love doing things like that. And my partner cooked a delicious meal in the evening and a couple of friends came round. It was a very nice day indeed.

I never thought that I would be taking my son to the zoo for my 20th birthday, but it was so nice to do something we all enjoyed, and I’m sure Henry loved it, even if it was a little cold. I am rather lucky really. It makes me appreciate how much I have in my life!