T was out on the town with the lads last night. This was going to happen tonight but I put in a change request as I didn't want to be at home alone on Halloween and have to face scary children coming to the door. All was well. Munchkin settled down for his beauty sleep (he needs it as he is looking a bit worse for wear skin wise at the moment) and by 1930 I had my feet up and started to wind down for the evening till I had to go and retrieve T at 2200.
But relax I could not. I felt sick. I felt anxious and I couldn't figure out why. At 2115, popped next door to nice Mrs T who had agreed to babysit while I did my taxi girl duties (you didn't think we would be leaving Munchkin all on his own, did you?) As I drove away I felt more and more uneasy. Then it dawned on me, perhaps all this was because I had left Munchkin on his own with someone other than Daddy for the first time. I tried not to think about it as I pulled up in front of the agreed rendezvous spot. T appeared a little later and after dropping a friend off at his abode T asked how I was feeling.
It transpired that we were both feeling a little uneasy all evening. Not that there was any need. We got home and Mrs T reported that there had not been one peep out of Munchkin. She had even gone to check to see he was still breathing. Breathing he was, and SNORING at that! One small step for us, one giant leap towards trusting enough to let go...for a little while at least!
31 October 2007
28 October 2007
A Grand Weekend
Munchkin had a special visitor this weekend. As some of you know, Munchkin's grands all live abroad. Ah Kong and Ah Mah live in Malaysia and Grandad and Grandee live in Greece. This weekend however, Grandee came to stay. And what a hit she is with Munchkin. They laughed and they cuddled and they laughed some more. Grandee fed him his daily fruit portion and cooked him his daily vegetable portion to have after she had gone home. And when the time came for Grandee to go today, Munchkin put on his most pathetic pout, paused for effect and then opened his lungs to full volume. There were real tears. And to top it all off, when he was being given a bye bye cuddle, he clung on, limpet fashion and wouldn't let go. What a performance! You would have thought that Munchkin will never be seeing his Grandee again, ever. What you now know is that he will probably be seeing her in 2 weeks time. I wonder if there will be an encore then. Thespian Munchkin.
I rather suspect that the Munchkin really, really loves his Grandee. She spoils him....it is her job as a grand. His evil parents don't! Tee hee hee!
I rather suspect that the Munchkin really, really loves his Grandee. She spoils him....it is her job as a grand. His evil parents don't! Tee hee hee!
25 October 2007
Mumbling Munchkin
Me again! The parents have been experimenting again. I fully accept that I was born in the year of the golden pig...GOLDEN....not guinea. Me thinks they might have their G words confused.
This week I have been subjected to this mushy stuff called baby rice in the morning for breakfast. Mummy must want me to take after her foreign taste buds as she likes rice and curry in the morning for breakfast. She has managed to turn daddy to the dark side as he likes it too. And now she has high hopes for me. I must admit it is not all bad. I do like it though it is getting a bit boring now and a teeny bit bland. I tried to tell her this morning but will she listen...no....she just kept shovelling the stuff in. My fault I guess, I just kept eating the stuff as a growing boy needs to keep his calorie intake up. All my calories seem to be going to lengthening my hair at the moment and I suppose my passion for standing up and squats do seem to burn the old C's as well. I am built for comfort and not for speed though. Daddy tells me this is the way to be as it means I won't get too cold in the winter time as I will have reserves. He pats his tummy when he does this...but then he says it is all muscle. Hmm. My tummy is squidgey and daddy says it is just like his so how can mine be reserves and his be muscle?
I have had pear and apple this week. Pear is a bit stringy but I like the taste. Apple makes me screw my face up but I quite like it. Mummy is threatening to give me Have-a-car-doh. I thought cars make a low purring sound and make me go to sleep. I am confused. Still, missed my morning nap today as herself took me to a coffee morning. Still I got to see all my little friends Aidan, Joseph, Matthew and Amelia. I spent the morning trying to catch Amelia's eye. Her pink flowery tights just do it for us boys!
24 October 2007
A whole new world...
We have been experimenting with munchkin (yet again!). As previously shared, Munchkin has been showing quite a bit of interest in food. As Munchkin will be turning 4 months old in a weeks time we decided that perhaps it was time to introduce him to solid food.
Day 1 involved a teaspoon of baby rice for breakfast..organic no less and wholegrain at that. Munchkin donned his new bib and braced himself for food. It didn't take long. After playing about with the first little taste, it was all I could do to keep up with his gaping gob and Munchkin shouts asking for more and no hanging about mummy! He started sounding very indignant "keep up woman! Call yourself my mother?". Needless to say, rice was a hit. We then tried pear which dissapeared before you could say "And a partridge in a pear tree". Today we tried apple. Munchkin wasn't too sure about apple. But Ah Ee phoned just on cue and Munchkin proceeded to finish his apple whilst telling her all about it and hiccuping. I am sure this ability to multitask will diminish as he grows to be a big, strong man (or so his father has led me to believe!)
23 October 2007
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone...
This past week Munchkin and I have mainly been spending time with my sister (Ah Ee to Munchkin). It has been a very precious time. I had forgotten how nice it is to have adult company and adult company doesn't come any better than with my little sis. For a whole week I have had a partner in crime to eat with in the day, to make me hot drinks, to take Munchkin when I am on my last legs, for a good ol' gossip and best of all, to have a good old laugh with.
She even successfully introduced Munchkin (Munchie for short!) to the bottle which he took quite happily without much fuss. She managed to make him laugh and chuckle and Munchkin always has a smile for his Ah Ee.
Tidying up today, I did shed a tear. The laptop that was parked next to our desktop wasn't there anymore. There were not contact lense cases in the bathroom. There was no one downstairs making a coffee and there was no sweet voice singing childhood songs to Munchkin. All of a sudden it felt empty. The sun is out but it still feels cold.
She even successfully introduced Munchkin (Munchie for short!) to the bottle which he took quite happily without much fuss. She managed to make him laugh and chuckle and Munchkin always has a smile for his Ah Ee.
Tidying up today, I did shed a tear. The laptop that was parked next to our desktop wasn't there anymore. There were not contact lense cases in the bathroom. There was no one downstairs making a coffee and there was no sweet voice singing childhood songs to Munchkin. All of a sudden it felt empty. The sun is out but it still feels cold.
14 October 2007
A grand day out
Today, munchkin attended his first formal engagement. You see, today T was going to be a godfather again. So we all got dressed in our Sunday best and headed for Oxford. Munchkin held Ah Ee's hand all the way there.
We were a bit nervous for a couple of reasons. Munchkin had never been in a church before nor had he been surrounded by hundreds of people nor had he had a mustard mess...for the past 5 days. Our primary concern was the potential explosiveness of the stored mustard.
But, Munchkin lasted through the hour and a bit long service, jigging through all the hymns and keeping very quiet through the prayers, message and the christening itself. He made some new friends then proceeded to sleep all the way back to T's new godson's house (holding Ah Ee's hand of course!). He then slept while we had lunch and woke to watch the other children play.
By noon, we were concerned as the explosion had yet to happen. Still, we had a lovely afternoon in the sunshine and headed home midafternoon. Munchkin (creature of habit) slept all the way home holding his Ah Ee's hand. It was a good trip and it didn't take us long to get home. which is a good thing because Munchkin was entertaining us with melodic botty burps (not good in an enclosed space due to the pong that came with it!) We had been home half and hour when T shouted "It's happening!" and dashed upstairs with Munchkin. Mustard Mess Mayhem had been contained till we got home.
What a considerate munchkin he is! Thank goodness for the little things in life (although T will tell you that there was nothing little about the explosion!)
We were a bit nervous for a couple of reasons. Munchkin had never been in a church before nor had he been surrounded by hundreds of people nor had he had a mustard mess...for the past 5 days. Our primary concern was the potential explosiveness of the stored mustard.
But, Munchkin lasted through the hour and a bit long service, jigging through all the hymns and keeping very quiet through the prayers, message and the christening itself. He made some new friends then proceeded to sleep all the way back to T's new godson's house (holding Ah Ee's hand of course!). He then slept while we had lunch and woke to watch the other children play.
By noon, we were concerned as the explosion had yet to happen. Still, we had a lovely afternoon in the sunshine and headed home midafternoon. Munchkin (creature of habit) slept all the way home holding his Ah Ee's hand. It was a good trip and it didn't take us long to get home. which is a good thing because Munchkin was entertaining us with melodic botty burps (not good in an enclosed space due to the pong that came with it!) We had been home half and hour when T shouted "It's happening!" and dashed upstairs with Munchkin. Mustard Mess Mayhem had been contained till we got home.
What a considerate munchkin he is! Thank goodness for the little things in life (although T will tell you that there was nothing little about the explosion!)
13 October 2007
When Munchkin met...
his Ah Ee. Ah Ee is the chinese title (we are a very hierarchical society) for the mother's female sibling.
Today we were up early, munchkin had a pit stop (feed and full change) and was bundled off in the car to Heathrow to meet his Ah Ee. He slept all the way there are woke in time to beam the biggest smile at his Ah Ee. He gazed at her all the time he was awake on the way home.
Judging by munchkin's reaction to his Ah Ee, if Carlsberg could make aunties she would be it. She is a class one, not just any aunt but a M&S aunt to munchkin. He only needs to catch a glimpse of her and he beams and chuckles and giggles.
It is not all good though....he has sussed her out. You see, every time Ah ee walks past him he shouts for attention...and gets it so much so he now expects to be cuddle by Ah ee and cries when she puts him down. I can put him down, his Dad can put him down but when Ah ee tries to put him down, munchkin extends his bottom lip as far as it will go, makes it quiver then looks up at her like a little basset hound....then he whimpers and goes all teary eyed. She caves. Ah, the power of the munchkin. Resistance is futile!
Today we were up early, munchkin had a pit stop (feed and full change) and was bundled off in the car to Heathrow to meet his Ah Ee. He slept all the way there are woke in time to beam the biggest smile at his Ah Ee. He gazed at her all the time he was awake on the way home.
Judging by munchkin's reaction to his Ah Ee, if Carlsberg could make aunties she would be it. She is a class one, not just any aunt but a M&S aunt to munchkin. He only needs to catch a glimpse of her and he beams and chuckles and giggles.
It is not all good though....he has sussed her out. You see, every time Ah ee walks past him he shouts for attention...and gets it so much so he now expects to be cuddle by Ah ee and cries when she puts him down. I can put him down, his Dad can put him down but when Ah ee tries to put him down, munchkin extends his bottom lip as far as it will go, makes it quiver then looks up at her like a little basset hound....then he whimpers and goes all teary eyed. She caves. Ah, the power of the munchkin. Resistance is futile!
12 October 2007
Munchkin Musings
I'm back! This morning we have been to the supermarket. I decided that I would be particularly nice to mummy today so I sat quietly in my car seat in the trolley while she did the food shopping. I like food. I hope that bag of sweet potatoes that fell in the trolley are for me. Also I spied some baby rice falling into the trolley. She must be getting the hint. For weeks I have been trying my best to look excited when she eats, I have opened my mouth wide and have even perfected the art of salivating on demand..not an easy task I let you know but apart from a measley bit of apple mush and the teeniest bit of carrot mash she has not really made an effort. Perhaps things are about to change.
I am getting very fed up though....everyone thinks I am a "Pretty girl". Hello? I am wearing a blue top with a dinosaur on it and blue trousers AND blue socks. Is that still too subtle? The next time anyone peers into the pram or carseat and says "Aww, what a lovely little girl" I shall belch and parrrrrpppp. They will be in no doubt then what my gender is. Daddy is very proud of my gasseous emmissions (the smells and sounds show) and says that I am a proper little boy like daddy. Note to self: must somehow convince mummy to buy me more masculine clothing with cars, trains and all other sterotypes for boys on it. I don't care if red is lucky to the chinese. Blue and black will now be my colour of choice and no cutesy little motifs either. Tchoh! Hurumphh!! ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz (Munchkin has nodded off again!)
I am getting very fed up though....everyone thinks I am a "Pretty girl". Hello? I am wearing a blue top with a dinosaur on it and blue trousers AND blue socks. Is that still too subtle? The next time anyone peers into the pram or carseat and says "Aww, what a lovely little girl" I shall belch and parrrrrpppp. They will be in no doubt then what my gender is. Daddy is very proud of my gasseous emmissions (the smells and sounds show) and says that I am a proper little boy like daddy. Note to self: must somehow convince mummy to buy me more masculine clothing with cars, trains and all other sterotypes for boys on it. I don't care if red is lucky to the chinese. Blue and black will now be my colour of choice and no cutesy little motifs either. Tchoh! Hurumphh!! ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz (Munchkin has nodded off again!)
Today..according to Munchkin
Hello all! Munchkin here. I thought I would give my mum a rest from this writing lark and pen a few words myself (being so advanced and all...but seriously, I have to tell you my side of the story as well...it can't be the world according to mum all the time.)
Today I slept in till 0715, although my dad did come in to check on me before he drove off in his noisy car. I pretended to be sweet in slumber though as I want to stay on the right side of him who must be adored. When I woke up, the mummy was still in bed (you can't get the staff these days!) So, I shouted. She arrived...eventually. I then decided that since she did look a bit rough I would give her my bestest smile. She melted, of course. Resistance, is futile in these circumstances. I know my strengths and intend to make the most of them while I can. I then gurgled at her for a bit, after all I was pleased to see her (as my nappy was starting to pong a bit)
She then fed me and changed me and cuddled me. I have learnt to cuddle in the last week. I tend to wrap my arms around hers when she is changing me (to try and cuddle all of her with my 'ickle arms is asking a bit too much at this precise moment in my growth cycle). She keeps saying that I am trying to stop her from putting my nappy on...there is no pleasing some people!
She then talked to me for a bit (she talks and chatters a lot this one about the strangest things, why can't we have an intellectual conversation about calculus for once?) and then she had the odacity to leave me in my cot....to clean out the cat litter trays. I mean, hello lady? Where DO your priorities lie? I decided that I was not going to give her the satisfaction of crying so I played on my own while she sorted the cats out and had her shower.
I was just drifting off when she turned the infernal machine a.k.a. vacuum cleaner on. Right! I had had enough of this mistreatment. So, I wailed and howled...let the neighbours think that she is a terrible parent. She did come to get me, this time smelling a bit better and dressed (though she could have put some make up on first and combed her hair, does she think I don't notice?)
She cuddled me and held me and put me down in my cot again muttering something about it being time for a nap. That's what you think, lady. I'll show you. I howled again. This time I even had tears for dramatic effect. Back she came muttering something about now being too tired and being on the brink of a munchkin meltdown. I beg to differ. YAWN! I'll show her who is boss. YAWN!! Who is she to think that she knows better than me when it comes to time to rest? YAWN!!! Hmm...ooh one sheep, two sheep, three sheep. Sigh....my eyelids seem heavy all of a sudden and mummy is a bit of a blur. Maybe she was right. Maybe, just maybe I could do with a bit of a nap. I'll make a scolding sound...just that she knows that she might have won this battle but if she thinks she has won the war, huh!
To be continued, post munchkin nap.
Today I slept in till 0715, although my dad did come in to check on me before he drove off in his noisy car. I pretended to be sweet in slumber though as I want to stay on the right side of him who must be adored. When I woke up, the mummy was still in bed (you can't get the staff these days!) So, I shouted. She arrived...eventually. I then decided that since she did look a bit rough I would give her my bestest smile. She melted, of course. Resistance, is futile in these circumstances. I know my strengths and intend to make the most of them while I can. I then gurgled at her for a bit, after all I was pleased to see her (as my nappy was starting to pong a bit)
She then fed me and changed me and cuddled me. I have learnt to cuddle in the last week. I tend to wrap my arms around hers when she is changing me (to try and cuddle all of her with my 'ickle arms is asking a bit too much at this precise moment in my growth cycle). She keeps saying that I am trying to stop her from putting my nappy on...there is no pleasing some people!
She then talked to me for a bit (she talks and chatters a lot this one about the strangest things, why can't we have an intellectual conversation about calculus for once?) and then she had the odacity to leave me in my cot....to clean out the cat litter trays. I mean, hello lady? Where DO your priorities lie? I decided that I was not going to give her the satisfaction of crying so I played on my own while she sorted the cats out and had her shower.
I was just drifting off when she turned the infernal machine a.k.a. vacuum cleaner on. Right! I had had enough of this mistreatment. So, I wailed and howled...let the neighbours think that she is a terrible parent. She did come to get me, this time smelling a bit better and dressed (though she could have put some make up on first and combed her hair, does she think I don't notice?)
She cuddled me and held me and put me down in my cot again muttering something about it being time for a nap. That's what you think, lady. I'll show you. I howled again. This time I even had tears for dramatic effect. Back she came muttering something about now being too tired and being on the brink of a munchkin meltdown. I beg to differ. YAWN! I'll show her who is boss. YAWN!! Who is she to think that she knows better than me when it comes to time to rest? YAWN!!! Hmm...ooh one sheep, two sheep, three sheep. Sigh....my eyelids seem heavy all of a sudden and mummy is a bit of a blur. Maybe she was right. Maybe, just maybe I could do with a bit of a nap. I'll make a scolding sound...just that she knows that she might have won this battle but if she thinks she has won the war, huh!
To be continued, post munchkin nap.
10 October 2007
Oh bed! Oh bed! Delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.....
Yesterday, I was subjected to a visit to the nice nursey with the nasty needles. It is the flu jab time of year and after clearing it with the nursies and the health visitor, off I went leaving Munchkin in the capable hands of the health visitor and my post natal group pals.
It was our last post natal group so we had a grand discussion about child development a.k.a. child amusement 101. T and I adopt the philosophy that if it makes Munchkin smile and coo, it must be good. We don't tend to follow toy trends or worry about how educational something is. The key to us is enjoyment and watching munchkin's face light up. If he learns something, it is a bonus (we still think that his first word is going to be poo though...as we converse about that so much! But it is a word, isn't it?) This week munchkin is mainly obsessed with my hands. He hugs them when I am trying to change him...very nice but makes doing up a nappy a little challenging but lovely regardless.
Last night I got munchkin fed and tucked into bed. He was asleep by 1945. I then glammed up and went next door where our neighbour was hosting a Body Shop party(where you buy Body Shop items and not bodies as some cheeky person inquired..you know who you are!). I got home at 2230. "I haven't had a peep out of him" reported T (proud daddy).
This morning T went to work at half past too early. He checked on Munchkin before he left. Munchkin was fast asleep. I woke when I heard the neighbour's children playing in the garden. Glancing at the clock I realised that it was 0815!! Eek!! Where was munchkin? Was he still alive? I had to wake him up for his morning feed. He went promptly back to sleep. Then I had to wake him up again, as I was meeting a friend for coffee at 1030. We got back from coffee at 1300 (coffee takes a long time for us ladies you know...so much to talk about!). Munchkin was fed and changed...he is now asleep...and has been for the past 45 minutes. I wonder if a rogue tsetse fly has escaped from its exotic home, stowed away on a plane (as it is far too much effort for a 'ickle fly to flap its 'ickle wings all that distance, it'll burn so many calories there won't be anything left) that landed in Britain and bitten my munchkin? Or is it that the flu jab has knocked my munchkin out? Either way, I am not complaining!
Yesterday, I was subjected to a visit to the nice nursey with the nasty needles. It is the flu jab time of year and after clearing it with the nursies and the health visitor, off I went leaving Munchkin in the capable hands of the health visitor and my post natal group pals.
It was our last post natal group so we had a grand discussion about child development a.k.a. child amusement 101. T and I adopt the philosophy that if it makes Munchkin smile and coo, it must be good. We don't tend to follow toy trends or worry about how educational something is. The key to us is enjoyment and watching munchkin's face light up. If he learns something, it is a bonus (we still think that his first word is going to be poo though...as we converse about that so much! But it is a word, isn't it?) This week munchkin is mainly obsessed with my hands. He hugs them when I am trying to change him...very nice but makes doing up a nappy a little challenging but lovely regardless.
Last night I got munchkin fed and tucked into bed. He was asleep by 1945. I then glammed up and went next door where our neighbour was hosting a Body Shop party(where you buy Body Shop items and not bodies as some cheeky person inquired..you know who you are!). I got home at 2230. "I haven't had a peep out of him" reported T (proud daddy).
This morning T went to work at half past too early. He checked on Munchkin before he left. Munchkin was fast asleep. I woke when I heard the neighbour's children playing in the garden. Glancing at the clock I realised that it was 0815!! Eek!! Where was munchkin? Was he still alive? I had to wake him up for his morning feed. He went promptly back to sleep. Then I had to wake him up again, as I was meeting a friend for coffee at 1030. We got back from coffee at 1300 (coffee takes a long time for us ladies you know...so much to talk about!). Munchkin was fed and changed...he is now asleep...and has been for the past 45 minutes. I wonder if a rogue tsetse fly has escaped from its exotic home, stowed away on a plane (as it is far too much effort for a 'ickle fly to flap its 'ickle wings all that distance, it'll burn so many calories there won't be anything left) that landed in Britain and bitten my munchkin? Or is it that the flu jab has knocked my munchkin out? Either way, I am not complaining!
08 October 2007
A Special Day
We celebrated our 2nd wedding anniversary yesterday. A lot has happened during that time, munchkin being the most significant occurence....and indeed the most life changing experience. To mark the occasion we had a lovely home cooked meal on Saturday night. T cooked, I ate. It was the exact same meal that he first cooked for me many moons ago. The food tasted just as good as it was then, maybe even a little better and I think it is safe to say that we enjoy each other's company now even more than we did then.
On Sunday I treated the boys to a nice meal in a proper restaurant complete with silverware and starched napkins. It was lovely. Munchkin was in his pushchair throughout and was busy lapping up the attention he was getting from the nice pretty, young waitress. He then turned his attentions to the lady at the next table...she was a more mature lady but she had the upper hand....she had food. How he cooed and gurgled at her with a hope that she would share her cheese and biscuits with him! He then promptly fell asleep as we finished off with pudding and coffee.
So where are we after 2 years of wedded bliss? Older (there is no avoiding that one!), a bit wiser (questionable), sillier (definitely), a bit more prosperous round the middle (well, 50% of us anyway...ahem...I have an excuse in Munchkin!) and undoubtedly happier than we have ever been.
On Sunday I treated the boys to a nice meal in a proper restaurant complete with silverware and starched napkins. It was lovely. Munchkin was in his pushchair throughout and was busy lapping up the attention he was getting from the nice pretty, young waitress. He then turned his attentions to the lady at the next table...she was a more mature lady but she had the upper hand....she had food. How he cooed and gurgled at her with a hope that she would share her cheese and biscuits with him! He then promptly fell asleep as we finished off with pudding and coffee.
So where are we after 2 years of wedded bliss? Older (there is no avoiding that one!), a bit wiser (questionable), sillier (definitely), a bit more prosperous round the middle (well, 50% of us anyway...ahem...I have an excuse in Munchkin!) and undoubtedly happier than we have ever been.
Oh Susannah!
Before the chief oracle left for Texas, she bought Munchkin a very nice toy. It hooks onto his cot and has lots of brightly coloured knobs and knockers (ooh err missus!) for him to pull, push, whack, kick etc. and is meant to help with hand eye coordination, cause and effect etc etc. Very educational and lots of fun!
Munchkin has been showing interest in this toy for a while but one task illuded him. He had not yet figured out how to get the smile face to sing "Oh Susannah!" at him (you've got to punch it)....till today. In the last 15 minutes, "Oh Susannah!" has played about half a dozen times. I have just had a peep at him, he is lying 90 degrees to how he was put down and is repeatedly kicking the smiley face with great feeling. When the music stops, he shouts at it and gives it a sharp kick to get it going again. I am in for a long afternoon........
06 October 2007
Independence Day
As you know, we believe in experimentation (ooh err Missus!) and last night we felt that it was time. Munchkin is a big boy now and parental assessment deemed that he would now be ready for his own bed in his own room.
I spent the day pondering whether or not Munchkin would settle and how the night would be. Would Munchkin refuse to settle in a new place? Would Munchkin wake in the night and cry for us when he found himself alone? Would it be a sleepless night all round?
Mighty Munchkin passed the test!! He was bathed, fed and read to as normal. He was then put down in his big boy bed in his big boy room. He did what Munchkin's do every night, he did some angry whinging then 5 minutes later....he entered dreamland. T and I had a peaceful evening until we went up to bed. It was strange. The crib was there but there was no Munchkin. All his stuff was gone. Life, for a split second felt empty. "I miss the Parrrpppps" said I, "Me too!" said T.
Munchkin slept in his big boy bed, in his big boy room until about 0750 this morning. He was gurgling away (we were listening with amusement via the baby monitor) then he started sounding slightly agitated. We left it (parental decision to ignore fussing and not intervene till it is deemed necessary. We believe a little loving neglect goes a long way!). The fussing got a bit louder and angrier. I went to check. Munchkin had managed to turn himself 90 degrees anticlockwise in his cot and was wedged. Once he was unstuck, he carried on playing and gurgling signifying that today was indeed Independence Day for Munchkin and for us too!
This morning, T dismantled the crib and there is once again space in our bedroom. There is no turning back now!
I spent the day pondering whether or not Munchkin would settle and how the night would be. Would Munchkin refuse to settle in a new place? Would Munchkin wake in the night and cry for us when he found himself alone? Would it be a sleepless night all round?
Mighty Munchkin passed the test!! He was bathed, fed and read to as normal. He was then put down in his big boy bed in his big boy room. He did what Munchkin's do every night, he did some angry whinging then 5 minutes later....he entered dreamland. T and I had a peaceful evening until we went up to bed. It was strange. The crib was there but there was no Munchkin. All his stuff was gone. Life, for a split second felt empty. "I miss the Parrrpppps" said I, "Me too!" said T.
Munchkin slept in his big boy bed, in his big boy room until about 0750 this morning. He was gurgling away (we were listening with amusement via the baby monitor) then he started sounding slightly agitated. We left it (parental decision to ignore fussing and not intervene till it is deemed necessary. We believe a little loving neglect goes a long way!). The fussing got a bit louder and angrier. I went to check. Munchkin had managed to turn himself 90 degrees anticlockwise in his cot and was wedged. Once he was unstuck, he carried on playing and gurgling signifying that today was indeed Independence Day for Munchkin and for us too!
This morning, T dismantled the crib and there is once again space in our bedroom. There is no turning back now!
05 October 2007
You are what you eat
Since the advent of Munchkin, evening meals have had to be carefully planned and these plans executed to military precision. The basic plan is simple. I (with some help from T) decide what we are having at some point during the day, I prepare the ingredients (with Munchkin) and when T comes home, he puts the dinner on while I sort Munchkin out for the night. This ensures that we have a proper meal each evening, together and has worked a treat so far.
Yesterday, sausages and mash were on the menu. I dutifully prepared the ingredients and everything was put in saucepans etc ready to go. T got home and informed me that he had had a sausage roll for breakfast and sausages and mash for lunch...but being the dear that he is (and reflecting his fondness for sausages and mash) he agreed, matyr fashion that having this for the second time (or indeed the third) was fine.
By 19:45 munchkin was in dreamland and I joined T in the kitchen. We have been trying to be good and subscribe to an organic vegetable seasonal box weekly to help towards our 5-a-day. As I was dishing out the broccoli, I noticed something at the end of the serving spoon. It turned out to be a steamed catterpiller. Now, you can't get more organic than that, can you? T then informed me that the fruit box he had taken in to work the previous day had 3 lots of wildlife in it. Hmm...well, I guess if it is good enough for the wildlife it ought to be good enough for us. Gillian McKeith eat your heart out!!
Yesterday, sausages and mash were on the menu. I dutifully prepared the ingredients and everything was put in saucepans etc ready to go. T got home and informed me that he had had a sausage roll for breakfast and sausages and mash for lunch...but being the dear that he is (and reflecting his fondness for sausages and mash) he agreed, matyr fashion that having this for the second time (or indeed the third) was fine.
By 19:45 munchkin was in dreamland and I joined T in the kitchen. We have been trying to be good and subscribe to an organic vegetable seasonal box weekly to help towards our 5-a-day. As I was dishing out the broccoli, I noticed something at the end of the serving spoon. It turned out to be a steamed catterpiller. Now, you can't get more organic than that, can you? T then informed me that the fruit box he had taken in to work the previous day had 3 lots of wildlife in it. Hmm...well, I guess if it is good enough for the wildlife it ought to be good enough for us. Gillian McKeith eat your heart out!!
04 October 2007
Nasty Needles Take 2
Yesterday, munchkin had to go back to the clinic for his second lot of immunisations a.k.a nice nurese with the nasty needles place. He must have known this was going to happen as the usually angelic monster woke at 0330 whimpering. He was fed and in true munchkin fashion went straight back to sleep again until he woke at 0630 to beam at his daddy and see him off to work.
After breakfast, munchkin and I sang "He's got the whole world" with actions and everything about 500 times and "Head and Shoulders" about 1000 times (also with actions) before he yawned a few times indicating that "You are boring me now mum, that old repertoire is going to HAVE to change soon". He then played in his cot for a bit and went down for a nap.....this nap went on until 1315 (his appointment was at 1330). So munchkin was quickly changed, tarted up ready to face nice nursey.
We were called in and munchkin gave nice nursey a beaming smile. He then sat like a good munchkin on my lap. Nice nursey produced the needle as munchkin gurgled away, oblivious to the inevitable. Needle 1 landed in munchkin's well nourished leg. Munchkin extended his big fat bottom lip, lip quivered, face screwed up and a howl left munchkins lips as a little tear left the corner of his eye. Needle 1 was removed. Munchkin quietened and resumed gurgling. The whole act was repeated when Needle 2 was administered.
Nursey then put 2 plasters on his little legs (for dramatic effect as he wasn't bleeding at all!) and asked "Have you got a nice little smile for me?" To which Munchkin replied most definitely no by repeating the whole quiverring lip and tear act to great dramatic effect. I wonder where he gets that from?
After breakfast, munchkin and I sang "He's got the whole world" with actions and everything about 500 times and "Head and Shoulders" about 1000 times (also with actions) before he yawned a few times indicating that "You are boring me now mum, that old repertoire is going to HAVE to change soon". He then played in his cot for a bit and went down for a nap.....this nap went on until 1315 (his appointment was at 1330). So munchkin was quickly changed, tarted up ready to face nice nursey.
We were called in and munchkin gave nice nursey a beaming smile. He then sat like a good munchkin on my lap. Nice nursey produced the needle as munchkin gurgled away, oblivious to the inevitable. Needle 1 landed in munchkin's well nourished leg. Munchkin extended his big fat bottom lip, lip quivered, face screwed up and a howl left munchkins lips as a little tear left the corner of his eye. Needle 1 was removed. Munchkin quietened and resumed gurgling. The whole act was repeated when Needle 2 was administered.
Nursey then put 2 plasters on his little legs (for dramatic effect as he wasn't bleeding at all!) and asked "Have you got a nice little smile for me?" To which Munchkin replied most definitely no by repeating the whole quiverring lip and tear act to great dramatic effect. I wonder where he gets that from?
01 October 2007
The Great Grand Seal of Approval
Munchkin has been socialising recently. His antics have been shared both virtually and in the flesh with his great aunts, uncles and his Great Gran D. My observations (through extremely rose tinted spectacles) is that he has done us proud.
Munchkin spent Sunday afternoon with Great Aunty M and Great Gran D. We got him all dressed up in his Sunday best (including socks!) and awaited the arrival of the greats. They arrived for lunch and Munchkin decided it was time to go to sleep and leave the adults to it but not before lots of cooing, smiling and cuddling (and drooling but no gasseous emmissions were detected by the sniffometer). We had a nice Munchkinless lunch and he woke up during pudding (typical!!!) and proceeded to provide the after lunch entertainment. This continued. Munchkin was feeling very chatty indeed. He particularly likes Great Aunty M as she was rewarded with many, many beaming smiles. He was a little more serious with Great Gran D and just "conversed" with her sans squeals and squeeks.
All in all and good time was had by all. He has also been introduce virtually to his Great Aunt F and Great Uncle R who have provided us with lots of chilled out, zen vibrations from deepest darkest Wales for the past year! Their support has been invaluable throughout the incubation of Munchkin and Munchkin....the early days. Those zen vibes sure do travel well and provide a safe (and indeed hilarious) haven from the sometimes challenging world!
One never knows if one is doing the right thing in bringing up Munchkin but the greats have been very generous with their feedback and we now feel perhaps that we are doing some things right! So to all you greats out there....thank you for all that love and support (and the praise is very welcome too!!!) Munchkin is indeed a lucky boy as are we to be blessed with all of you!
Munchkin spent Sunday afternoon with Great Aunty M and Great Gran D. We got him all dressed up in his Sunday best (including socks!) and awaited the arrival of the greats. They arrived for lunch and Munchkin decided it was time to go to sleep and leave the adults to it but not before lots of cooing, smiling and cuddling (and drooling but no gasseous emmissions were detected by the sniffometer). We had a nice Munchkinless lunch and he woke up during pudding (typical!!!) and proceeded to provide the after lunch entertainment. This continued. Munchkin was feeling very chatty indeed. He particularly likes Great Aunty M as she was rewarded with many, many beaming smiles. He was a little more serious with Great Gran D and just "conversed" with her sans squeals and squeeks.
All in all and good time was had by all. He has also been introduce virtually to his Great Aunt F and Great Uncle R who have provided us with lots of chilled out, zen vibrations from deepest darkest Wales for the past year! Their support has been invaluable throughout the incubation of Munchkin and Munchkin....the early days. Those zen vibes sure do travel well and provide a safe (and indeed hilarious) haven from the sometimes challenging world!
One never knows if one is doing the right thing in bringing up Munchkin but the greats have been very generous with their feedback and we now feel perhaps that we are doing some things right! So to all you greats out there....thank you for all that love and support (and the praise is very welcome too!!!) Munchkin is indeed a lucky boy as are we to be blessed with all of you!
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