Update time. I keep apologising for the lack of posts due to a busy week or two but I realise now that is just the way it is. So here I am at 5am on a work day, the day I’m meant to be having a lie in, blogging. The reason I’m up so early? I’ve had enough sleep. Seriously. And it’s all thanks to Stuart.
Recently he was away for a night for a conference and Roslyn knew this and decided to take the piss. Usually she settles much better for her Daddy has he doesn’t have the magic boobs, and when she won’t go back to sleep for me he steps in. But when he was a away she played me for all I was worth and Stuart arrived home to the sound of me saying “no more! no more! no more!” So we decided it was best if I bowed out of night wakings for a while to try and fix our broken sleeper. And it worked because she went from 3+ wakings and feeds to just the one quick bottle from her Daddy. And, about 5 days past, she SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT.
*Happy Dance and general celebratory actions*
Wait though, she is SEVENTEEN BLOODY MONTHS OLD. So it’s not exactly the big achievement we all think it is, really.
Nevertheless I am happy for it. And, as far as I know at this point while the three of them slumber upstairs, she’s slept through again for the second night in her life. Woohoo!
And the moral of this story of seventeen sleepless months for all the wanabee rested parents out there? Try as hard as you can to cook up a baby who TAKES A DUMMY. Because that is literally the only difference between Sandy (who first slept through circa 8 months old) and Roslyn who partied nightly til now. Ditch the guilt and embrace the soothers, it’s now my motto. Not that I didn’t try with Roslyn, she just chose to projectile vomit everytime she eyed the thing. Sigh.
Anyway, an update!
We’ve been having a great old time of it lately. This is us lounging on a weekend morning. Apart from the fact that I don’t have every weekend off, or full weekends when I do so to speak, we’ve been making the most of our days as a foursome and relaxing, playing and having general lovely days. This includes lazy breakfasts (sometimes involving fry ups) staying in pyjamas til well past 11 and generally bumming about the house. Perfection.
It even stretched to the most blissful of domestic bliss locations (aka the place I was so happy in I went into labour with Roslyn)… IKEA. Now Rozzie is up and walking it also means we can rock our matching mother daughter elephants holding trunks sweaters! See me and Sandy doing it once upon a time in the photo too! He was two months younger and seemingly four months chunkier as per the norm.
September has also brought a delightful weather system for us, in fact the best autumn weather one can hope for really. Chilly mornings means jumpers and hats and miss R modelled a cracker from her aunties Fran and Lib, as well as a Granny knit hat on the nursery run. The days turn into burnt off mists and full sun, and recently even full on hot afternoons, which we’ve been taking advantage of. What a lovely form of compensation for the largely dreary summer we had here.
Speaking of nursery, I’ve found myself with far more time with my girl now that Sandy does his thing four mornings a week. My little side kick and I have been getting up to all sorts of shenanigans and most of them the best dull, homely ones that we love. Walks to the butcher, time at the park and of course BAKING ALL THE THINGS! Here she is helping me lick the bowl (the only reason to help make the cakes if you are under five).
Roslyn has not only been developing her sleep abilities but also her physical ones as this picture illustrates. She did that by herself. And as delighted as I was to find her three feet off the ground (kind of stuck) on the climbing frame, it now means the garden is no longer a safe place to leave her while I grab something from upstairs/put on the dinner/clean the entire house. Ah well, won’t be long until she’s whizzing up and down like Sandy so I shouldn’t complain that she still needs supervision at this point.
Harking back to that bit about the weather, I’d gone and put away all the summer stuff (toys, loungers, BBQ) and placed the lid firmly on the sandpit, expecting winter to arrive as it usually does, and stay until May, as it usually does. Yet here they are enjoying the garden right up to October.
Back inside now, I’m not sure we’ve got a wonderful bedtime routine yet but we have a morning one down. Roslyn wakes with the cockerel (5:30-6 usually) and comes in to bed for a morning feed then we turn on her favourite show – Teletubbies funnily enough. She loves the “baybeee!” in the sun and giving us little confused expressions when it asks “where have the teletubbies gone?”. She points at the pillows so I will lie to her right and then Daddy to her left, until her big brother wakes and sometimes joins her, giving us amazing opportunities for photos which I will be weeping over as an old lady for sure. Stuart and I take turns showering (sometimes one or other of the kids join us) and then we head down and usually squish in a family breakfast before Stuart is off to work and the nursery run gets going.
It’s been a bit of a culture shock to go from chillaxing right up til nap time to fed, dressed and out the door at 8:30, but we cope. This process also involves me getting ready for work many days, a hand over to Tate or Pa, and also, you know, cleaning the entire house lest I get home to a pit and want to cry. Because despite all the best intentions in the world there’s no way I’m sorting the place out after a full day walking and talking at those giant horses of mine.
To update on the nursery situation things have gone from good to not so good to so not good that I was worried and suddenly to fine. In fact I just had a meeting with his teacher who told me he had settled, was taking part in songs and group activites and generally a happy chap. He tells me what he did each day which varies from his go-to “played toys” to “took toy, girl hit, cheeky, cry, toy, all better” and similar nursery shenanigans. Stuart hears more at night putting him in bed where he goes into more detail and it all seems good. He reassures me that he has fun and wants to go now which is fab. He runs in happily too which is a big weight off, I can tell you!
Another thing we’ve done recently is car shopping because Stuart is moving on to a new car. More to follow on that but Sandy did have a fab time car shopping. He seemed set on Daddy getting a little white car and might be slightly sad to learn its actually big and blue but hey, can’t win them all Sanddude.
Eating has improved on all fronts too recently. A boy who basically never ate has become a fine wolfer (as long as it is one of his staples: chips, chicken, sausage, toast, strawberries) and fussy Roslyn has been a bit better too. Hence ice cream treats for all.
I FINALLY ended my long hair season by hacking it all off and going short. I love it. You know sometimes you do something drastic and you aren’t sure? Not this time. And I’ve gotten an extra 20 minutes a day out of it too now I don’t have to dry Rapunzel’s excessive locks.
A quick word on having two children close together: DO IT. Picture is case in point.
One of the highlights of the month was going to Funbox last weekend. Funbox is the guys who did the Singing Kettle, in a new guise, and well worth it.
It was a pirate and princess party so naturally Roslyn went “ah harrr” and Sandy went ” I suppose I will wear that shirt with the boats on but there ain’t no way you are getting me into a dress mother”. Another gender stereotype SMASHED. Obviously.
We got a picture after. What you don’t see is the split second later where Sandy loses it because I kind of grabbed him an stuck him in the picture when he didn’t really want to do it. Bad, bad Mum.
We had dinner after and Roslyn compared herself to a giant cold coffee…
… and Sandy invented a quicker way to ingest gallons of sugar (that’s my boy)
So that’s it from me and my bubble heads this morning. I’m now contemplating whether to just get on with the day or to sneak back into bed and claim my lie in as if I was never here.
I’ll leave you with this. It’s Sandy’s first picture on a wall display at nursery. He’s “super boy” in a super hero display. Every time I see it I want to melt because that’s my tiny baby there, living his own life without me, on the wall with all his peers. Someone pass the tissues…