This week has seen my babies through one of their biggest milestones yet! Yesterday, they went to nursery for the very first time. Such a huge step — for them and us — it’s incredible to think that those two tiny, mewling, creatures, born just last … Continue reading
This month’s Me and Mine photographs see us in another country no less! Seeing as we didn’t manage to have a proper holiday — of longer than 4 days — again this year, we decided to round the summer off with a … Continue reading
Even though it’s not, today feels like a birthday day! It’s exactly 18 months since those two perfect packages of gorgeousness rocketed into our lives!! EIGHTEEN MONTHS!! A year and a half!! I can’t believe it. A sneaky time thief … Continue reading
So there we are. Another month further on and I’ve barely written a thing. What I have been doing instead is enjoying watching my little men grow and change — on what feels like an almost daily basis — and … Continue reading
What an amazing, emotional, magical day.
Your very first Christmas; and mine as a mama — your momma — and what a perfect Christmas day it has been.
Watching you as we opened presents was so funny; the old adage of ‘give a baby a cardboard box and some wrapping paper’ is totally true! You were fascinated by everything that was going on but, equally, disinterested. Hilarious to watch you both.
I loved that you sat with us at the table as we ate our Christmas dinner. Even though you weren’t eating, your presence absolutely made it for me – I was over the moon that we were all sitting together.
You boys have rocked our world; you are an absolute blessing and your daddy and I are so, so happy that we are your parents.
This Christmas will be the first of many, many happy family celebrations that we will spend together —we look forward to watching you grow and change and are so proud that we can call you ‘our sons’.
Happy Christmas my beautiful, beautiful boys. I love you more than words can say. You are the present that I’ve been wishing for, for so long and this is, quite simply, the best Christmas ever.
Love, love, love,
Your momma xxxx
Forty weeks and four days. If the babies were still in the womb, they would be classed as ‘overdue’. As it is, they have been with us now for nine months and nine days. And I can’t believe after all this … Continue reading
I’m not normally one for wishing my life away but I’m so glad we’re into another week!
Last week was
a nightmare ‘challenging’ to say the least.
The whole of our little family was ill, for the first time since the babies have arrived. Following a couple weeks of sore throats and generally feeling rubbish, last Sunday was the worst day for me; I felt horrendous. Luckily, my lovely boy took over and I was left to sleep in past the babies breakfast time. Thankfully I think that did the trick, as I’ve been feeling better as the week’s been going on.
Bertie finally cut his first tooth last Thursday. Because he was ill, I didn’t even realise that his grumpiness was down to teething! I just assumed it was because he was feeling under the weather. And yesterday saw the eruption of his second tooth :)
Both my Twinkles have now got two little front teeth in the lower jaw.
Cosmo — not satisfied with crawling — has already started to pull himself up, on the furniture, to get a better look at things he’s interested in. He’s still not sitting up completely unaided, so I think it’s incredible that he’s well on the way to walking already — such a scary prospect! The health visitor, who came to check them the other week, said that it was fairly unusual for a baby to crawl before sitting up by themselves. I can’t believe that for a second as I have two that are doing it. I think it must be fairly common.
I got an email from Not On The High Street on Monday, telling me that there’s 5 weeks to go until Christmas and I’ve got to make sure my products and my storefront is all up to date!! I was grateful for the alert — not so much for the sale of my products etc — but the fact that I haven’t started any of my own Christmas shopping! Unbelievable that Christmas is just around the corner again! This year has flown by.
It made me start thinking about presents and what we could buy for the babies, as this is their very first Christmas .
We know a couple who literally bought everything they could think of, the first year that their much longed for first baby arrived. It seemed like such a waste of money to me. I totally get that once this little person (or ‘people’ in our case) finally arrives, the urge to lavish them with gifts is very strong; almost like making up for all the years that you were trying to conceive. But really?
An 8 month old baby is more interested in the wrapping paper — or the box — than the actual gift itself.
But equally we do want to give them more than a cardboard box and some bubble wrap!
I am buying a wooden Brio train-set off a friend. The proceeds go to charity — their local village pre-school — and the price was fair, so I figured that — whilst they’re a little young to enjoy it just yet — it would be a good investment for when they’re a bit older.
And I have seen these beautiful, personalised, books — a one-off, printed for each child — with a story featuring their own names. From what I understand, each book is based on the little boy or girl who’s been lucky enough to receive it. The story begins by telling that the child has lost his/her name, so they go on a mission to find it; collecting letters from all sorts of creatures along the way, until finally they have their name back! The pictures look beautiful and the reviews look good too. This will be a great present. They LOVE storytime and this will be a great way of teaching them to spell their own names too. The perfect gift for them — and us too, as we will have fun reading the books to them.
But apart from that… I am struggling to think of anything more fun than a HUGE cardboard box and some wrapping paper :) The simple things are always the most fun after all!
What have other people bought for their babies first Christmas? Answers on a postcard, all suggestions gratefully received.
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…
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
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 ;)