32 weeks and 2 days

Well, it’s Friday again.

It’s an odd phenomenon but, even though I’m not working at the moment, Friday’s still hold the same excitement as before. That delicious anticipation of a weekend; even though my life, currently, is like one BIG weekend.  I’m not sure why I feel so excited every time we reach the end of the working week but I do. I properly heart Fridays.

I had one of my lovely, mummy, friends visit today. She brought her little son with her, who was born on the day the Twinkles should have arrived, had they not been early. So he is 9 days younger — in real time — but a month older in terms of development, as the Twinkles were born at 36 weeks.

He has two little teeth on the bottom jaw and is crawling!! The teeth were not such a surprising addition — as I can see that Cosmo’s teeth with be making an appearance fairly soon, judging by the rock hard little bumps on his gum — but the CRAWLING!! Oh my word, it was quite an eye opener to see this tiny little scrap — who just a couple of weeks ago was lying on his back — hurtling about on all fours!! It made me suddenly realise how different things are going to be once my babies start moving.

Quite a sobering thought.

I may have to start crawling around myself and assess our house from ground level. From the eyes of a baby.

I’m pretty sure there are lots of things that will need moving or packing away until they’re a little older… our beautiful, curved glass fire-screen for one! One little nudge from a balding, perfectly formed, little head and I can see it toppling to it’s doom.

Bye bye fire-screen. Bye bye floor standing candlesticks. Bye bye carefully styled, magazine inspired home and hello baby safe, minimalistic, pared back living.

For a while anyway…


31 weeks and 6 days | Things I have learned this week

Things I have learned this week. 1. Bertie may will probably be the child who’s school report contains the words ‘He has exceptional ability but doesn’t put it to good use. If he applied himself he would be a genius.’ … Continue reading

31 weeks exactly — or 7 months and 3 days in normal speak

This week has seen two big milestones and it’s only Wednesday!

The Twinkles were 7 months old on Sunday — my little men are growing so quickly — I wish I could slow everything down, set time to run on half-speed,  so I can make the most of every nano-second of this first year.

I have been taking a photo for every month ‘birthday’, so at the end of the 12 months I’ll have a complete set of a dozen little pictures which capture them in their first year. Already, looking back on the first picture, they are unrecognisable. Their funny little ‘old man’ faces, when they were born, are nothing like the chubby, perfect little cherubs that I see today.

They are really vocal and funny too. They have beautiful smiles that light up a room. And they smell absolutely delicious (apart when they have a full nappy, of course). I am totally in love with both of them — they are amazing.

I think it’s quite a humbling experience to be a parent. For many, the road to parenthood is an easy one and I think that sometimes it’s easy to forget what a privilege it is to be given front row seats — the best in the house — to watch these little humans grow and change, in front of our very eyes.

Seeing them establish their personalities and humour is just a joy to watch. I guess the nature V nurture argument would say that babies pick up a lot of their traits from their parents but, having watched these two develop, I can see that they have had their own, fairly strong, little personalities from day one. They may well pick up habits and other traits from their daddy and me but they are well and truly their own people — and have been from the first hour they arrived.

The second milestone — and this is a fairly major one! — is that since Sunday night we haven’t been waking them for their 10.30pm feed!!! I was chatting to a friend on Sunday, over lunch, and she said that she had dropped her baby’s ‘dream-feed’ a few weeks previously. He’s a month or so younger than the Twinkles, so I asked her how she knew that he was ready? She said that it had been more and more difficult to wake him for the feed, plus he didn’t drink very much of it either. That totally rang a bell with me.

Since 9 weeks, when they dropped their middle of the night feed, our ‘dream-feed’ routine has been the same. Having dismissed Gina Ford’s advice — ‘don’t wake them, feed them with the light off, avoid all eye contact and don’t speak to them etc etc’ —  we’d wake them around 10.30pm, switch the light on, change nappies and chat to them, then sit in our bed, each with a baby on a pillow, and chat to each other — or play on our phones — whilst they had the last bottle of the day. This routine has worked perfectly and they have dutifully drunk their milk each night, until very recently.

Around 3-4 weeks ago the babies started resisting this late feed… every time we went to wake them, it was met with much protest and upset and on some occasions, we put them back down to sleep without having drunk very much of the bottle at all.

So on Sunday night we didn’t wake them.

Bless them, they must have been trying to tell us for the last few weeks that they didn’t want to be woken up, mid sleep!! Both babies have slept from 7pm until 7-7.15am for the last 3 nights. No ‘dream-feed’ at 10.30pm, no nappy change, no early morning wake up calls — nada. Just two happily sleeping babies and two even happier parents who are now free to go to bed at 8 o’clock every night if we so desire.

Which we probably will. Got a lot of catching up to do ;)



29 weeks and 2 days| 5 good things

Good news all round this week.

1. The chickenpox scare was indeed just that. A scare. The little boy in question did not develop the dreaded pox and all was well in the world :)

2. My stomach muscles are starting to remember what they are for.

I have been going back to Pilates — after a 6 month break — and, initially, was a little concerned that my muscles had indeed vanished — along with my figure — but it seems that they were just playing hide and seek. I know this, because today I can feel them…. and they are complaining. A lot. Ouch.

3. The babies are doing REALLY well with weaning*!! This makes me very happy indeed.

4. I picked the first ripe pear off our tree — and it was delicious.

5. It’s Friday and from the end of play today, my boy is off work for a WHOLE WEEK!!! YAY! The thought of a whole week together with my three boys is a very satisfying one. I wish we could win the lottery so Dickie didn’t have to go to work at all. Hanging out with my husband has always been — and still is — one of my very favourite things.

*I keep meaning to write some more about the boys weaning schedule — so I can remember what we did in the future. Not that I’m planning on having any more little people, but you never know… ;)

Will post more when I have 5 minutes.