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.
We’ve done it. We’ve built up enough courage to move Henry’s cotbed into his own room. To be fair, it looks pretty nice in there, and I wouldn’t mind it if I was put in there to sleep. But we shall see how it goes.
I’m hoping that, as he has been waking during the night for comfort not for food (although the two are more intertwined than you would believe), he may just start to sleep through.
He won’t have his daddy’s snoring to wake him up either. Recommended length of time in mummy and daddy’s bedroom is six months. He’s about five months and three weeks so it’s near enough for us. I am going to work tomorrow for the first time in over six months too. I am looking forward to it, but I don’t want to leave Henry. I’ve said it before, but I really think someone should invent a cloning machine for a person in my position. I love working, and I love my current job. I also love spending time with my son. I’m not crazy about housework but I love having the spare time to do what needs to be done. It really is a balancing act. If you’ve figured it out then I’d love to hear from you.
But as I start to check on him less and less in his new room (I’ve had to resist the urge to go and put my hand infront of his little face to feel his breath) I think we will all get a better night’s sleep. But again, we have to wait and see if it has the desired effect. I’m hoping we don’t wake him up as much as his room is right at the end of the corridor, instead of next to the living room where we stay up after he’s gone to sleep. He should get a good night this way.
Until he starts teething anyway.
Becoming a parent comes with an untold amount of responsibility. There is someone dependant on you, for everything. Signing consent forms is another horrible one. You know that the injections are for the best, but signing your name under the field marked ‘parent/guardian’ makes you stop and think all the bad things that could happen if say, he had a reaction to the treatment…
Another of the less important decisions to make (but still just as hard to come to a conclusion on) is this scenario; he falls asleep in his highchair. Do you leave him to sleep in what looks like an uncomfortable position, or do you attempt to move him to his cot and possibly wake him up in the process? I still don’t know, and it has become quite a regular occurance of late. Since he’s started eating so much more, when he gets full, he gets sleepy too. Like me after an all-you-can-eat carvery.
Henry is one of those babies who really struggles to go to sleep. He fights it, even when he is clearly tired. He just wants to stay awake all day so he doesn’t miss a single thing. And I just wanted some time for a cup of tea…
I’ve entitled this ‘post-breakfast nap’, when in reality, it was a ‘during-breakfast nap’. I’ve bought him some new breakfast; HiPP Organic Banana and Peach Breakfast. I initially tried it with Henry because we happened to have a free sample lying around and we’d run out of bananas. I’ve been trying to establish a good breakfast and lunch routine, consisting of a porridge and fruit based breakfast, and a vegetable lunch. It would generally be something along the lines of baby rice and banana for breakfast, then sweet potato and spinach or carrot and parsnip for lunch. Anyway, I used this sachet of HiPP, and he loved it. He couldn’t get enough! It was mouthful after mouthful of peachy goodness. It’s really easy to make up (just add previously boiled water) and contains milk towards his 500-600ml daily intake. So I bought him a box, and when it runs out, I’ll be buying another. Obviously he still need variety, but at the moment it is his favourite breakfast.
It makes the first meal of the day quick, easy and enjoyable, and I’m really not a morning person.
This morning, he ate a whole bowlful, and remember we’re talking about a five-month-old who still eats ice cube size meals. He kept opening his mouth for more, and moaned if I took too long with the spoon (silly mummy)! Then, he fell fast asleep right there in his highchair. I cleaned his face and hands, and managed to get him into his cot without him even waking up. An hour later, he’s here shaking his rattle at me, as happy as can be.
Next up, playtime. Well done HiPP.
Henry’s first easter, but far too young for any of the chocolate treats we are enjoying (yes, chocolate for breakfast)! His nanny bought him a lovely, little teddy with long arms that are perfect for Henry to hold onto, instead of an easter egg. Very thoughtful! He likes it a lot, and it’s nice and soft and fluffy, so Henry rubs his fingers on its fur and cuddles it. He’s grown up so fast, and does all these things that make me think he’s quickly becoming more a little boy and less a little baby.
He’s still my little chick though, and always will be! Even when he’s all grown up I will see him as he is now; all cuddly and snuggly and falling asleep in my arms like he did yesterday in a coffee shop. He makes me so proud, the little cutie.
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!
My other half just set up the baby monitor yesterday, and charged it overnight, as we’ve only just found it after unpacking the last of the remaining boxes. We decided on the Tommee Tippee Closer to Nature Digital Sensor Pad Monitor. Or ‘that thing’ for short. We eventually chose that one after looking around Mothercare with blank faces for what seemed like hours, partly because we have all the Tommee Tippee bottles and we trust the brand, and partly because it was on offer. We got it for around £60 in the end, and can be found for this price currently on Amazon.
Personally, I love it. For a baby monitor, it is really very clear. I can hear Henry breathing if I turn it up, and the monitor is positioned a fair distance away from him. The little sensor pad is a brilliant touch, especially if you are one of those parents who feels the need to check on him every few mintues like I am. I was a little unsure on how well it would work, but I really am impressed.
Now, we can watch a film after he has gone to bed in the other room, and I don’t have to keep pausing it to make sure he is still alright. He’ll still be in our room until six months, but now I’m not so worried about him moving to his room. It also has this really cute ‘talkback’ function. If you press a button on the side, you can reply to the baby. I’m guessing this is for reassurance, so he knows he isn’t left completely alone, but at the moment we just use it as a walkie-talkie. Fun for all the family!
Henry fell asleep at about half past four this afternoon. Now last night he slept from seven in the evening until six in the morning without waking! It was truly lovely.
I wanted that to happen again, so I let him have his nap amd at around six-ish, I tried to wake him up again. All I got was a frown and he went straight back to sleep. Even when I picked him up and talked to him… nothing.
I hope he doesn’t make us wake up early with him tomorrow. My other half is working until late this evening and I have to stay up to let him in due to a misplaced key incident.
That is the only reason I am still trying to stay awake. My bed is so comfortable and I don’t get to spend as much time in it as I would like.
There aren’t many certainties in life. Death and taxes are famously quoted as being the only two.
I can add one to that list however; the fact that my Henry is the single most beautiful thing on this planet. I am sure of it. I sneak a look at him when he’s asleep and feel a rush of love like no other.
Alright, so it is only the second week I’ve taken Henry to rhymetime, but he loved it and I now know all the songs as it was exactly the same as last week. By the time Henry can talk, nursery rhymes will be so engrained in his little mind that I’m not sure if ‘dada’ will be his first word. He may well be uttering the verses of ‘row, row, row the boat’ before long.
He was all exhausted afterwards again. I think it is a good way to tire him out, so I can have a little walk around town and grab a drink and a hot snack. He’s asleep again now, after only a little moan in the evening. He had a few visitors this afternoon, and has gotten to the stage where he doesn’t like being held by anyone but his mum and dad. I hope people don’t get offended, but I’m sure every baby goes through it, when they start to become more aware of their surroundings and who is holding them. He’s getting to be a clever baby, and it is nice to know how much I mean to him.