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Speech development

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!

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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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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…

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Benefits of Blogging; Reading the Archives

I started this blog thinking that it would be quite a nice record of my son’s development and a documentation of our life. I knew that I would enjoy writing it, but I never thought that the archives of my blog would be a source of comfort for me. I was reading the blogs I wrote when we first brought Henry home and how much I struggled in those early days. I’m not saying it’s easy now, it will never be easy again, but it isn’t a struggle anymore and I have really learnt so much. If I could give any advice to new parents that are worried about their ability to parent, it would be this; don’t stress about every little thing, and don’t think it will be like that forever. Babies, like adults, have good and bad days, and even one bad week doesn’t mean the next week you won’t be walking around town in the sunshine with your baby cooing gently, playing with his hands and making you smile. It doesn’t get easier, but it gets better. And far more rewarding.

I wish I could tell the me of five months ago these things. I wouldn’t have felt so guilty for asking for help when I needed it, and I would have enjoyed it a lot more! And my little bundle of gorgeousness is thriving, and I’m sure he still would be, whether I worried so much or not.

There is a lesson to be learnt here. One of many I’ve discovered since undertaking the most eventful, exciting and beautiful journey of my life.