As I write this you are sat on your play mat trying to eat/destroy an old belt that is two sizes too small for me, a hideous handbag that I’m not sure was ever fashionable and a random shoelace which may not be random at all and is in fact your dad’s. These are your ‘new toys’ for the day. I promise I have bought you some actual, real toys (that flash and sing and everything), but you just throw them across the room in disgust, so I’ve given up. I figure I should make the most of it while it lasts before you start demanding princess costumes, white ponies and baby dolls that poo. One day I will tell you that when you were ten months old, you were happy just chewing on a shoelace.
You have come on so much in the past couple of months and you’re into absolutely everything (but your own toys). Cables and wires are a firm favourite closely followed by the Sky box and remote controls. You’re also still totally obsessed with bits of fluff, paper, crumbs – basically anything minuscule you charge towards, inspect and then put it in your mouth. It feels like I hoover all the time, but you will always find the bit I missed. You’re also developing an interest in my eyelashes which you try and pull off every now and again.
You now have eight teeth. I loved your gummy smile but I love your toothy grin even more. Trying to get you to brush them is proving difficult as you just like to chew on the bristles and pull them out of the toothbrush. Your hair is also growing every week which I love. Hopefully in a few more months you won’t get called a ‘happy chappy’ anymore when I choose not to dress you in pink.
It’s taken a while but you’ve now learnt to pull yourself up to a sitting position from lying down which you now do constantly. You’re so chuffed about it that you give yourself a clap every time someone’s watching which is very cute – but of course you know that…Apparently I’m doing a good job so far of teaching you to be proud of your achievements.
You can also pull yourself to stand from sitting – especially if you really want the remote from the coffee table. It’s getting more difficult to leave you on your own at this stage as I tend to return to the room to find you wobbling on your tip toes holding onto the TV stand/plant pot/ fireplace – I admit there have been a couple of occassions when you’ve toppled and banged your chin and yes, it did make me feel like a very bad mother. Sorry about that.
You seem to have adopted your own method of crawling which isn’t really crawling at all, but rather pulling yourself along with your hands and kicking off with your right foot, whilst your left leg stays totally limp. You’re pretty speedy with it though and you seem pretty happy with it so I’m not sure you see the need to change it. You also love being in your walker and bomb around the place (mainly into my ankles) generally causing mayhem. Your favourite activity in the walker is to follow me around pulling all of the wet laundry off the radiators which you then proceed to try and eat. You have a lot to learn.
Your appetite is immense. I swear you eat a bigger lunch than me most days. You’re still not keen on being fed by the spoon and whack it out of my hand 50% of meal times so I try to give you mainly finger food. But no sooner do I put it on your tray does it disappear – the other day you put four whole pieces of penne pasta in your mouth and swallowed them all in one go. I was ready for them to be spat back out or for a choking fit but they just vanished. Gannet.
Food is the cure for all of your tantrums and I’ve learnt that there’s nothing that can’t be solved by a bread stick, which I now keep a stash of in my handbag. Another winner is to pile a load of peas onto your tray whilst I’m preparing your lunch – chasing them around with your pincers is apparently the best fun ever. On the flip side, if I give you food you don’t like, you don’t just spit it out but you take it out with your hand and throw it on the floor. Lucky for me we have Max to help clean up.
You definitely know what you do and don’t want and you can get pretty fiesty at times if you have to do something that you don’t want to. Changing your nappy for instance continues to be a total nightmare – not only are you rolling over but you also try and sit up. I have to physically pin you down with my elbow sometimes which makes you soooo angry. Not even the ’emergency toys’ (keys, necklace, toothbrush) help now – for some reason you feel like you have to inspect them on you front. So yes, the poppers on your baby grow may not be always fastened and your nappy may be on back to front.
But for the most part you are an absolute joy and as long as you get your sleep and your food you have smiles for everyone. You’re still a huge flirt and wave and give your best smile to anyone who will give you attention. Your favourite outing is a trip to the supermarket where you always get cooed over by lovely old ladies.
You’re also starting to take a little bit more of an interest in me and showing glimmers of affection, which is nice. I’ve even had a couple of cuddles where you’re not trying to pull away from me/walk up my torso. We love that you’ve started to put your arms out when you want to get picked up (you’ve also clocked on to the fact that we can’t ignore this and now do it all the time) and for the first time this week our Rythm Time session was actually fun as you weren’t just trying to escape from me the whole time.
We went on holiday with Nanna and Grandad to Spain a couple of weeks back and you were in your element. Following a melt-down at the boarding gate (you’d been woken up at 4am), you were so good on the plane, sleeping on Dad for most of the flight there (and it was Ryanair). And you loved every minute of the holiday. Lucky for us you pretty much stuck to your routine and slept in your buggy on the evenings so we were able to enjoy meals out. Every now and again you would pull the blanket off your buggy hood, start flapping your arms and legs around and grin at us – it was as though you knew we wanted you to sleep and you found it funny. But you were really no trouble at all and I think you really enjoyed having other people to dote on you other than Mum. And of course you got to spend a full week with your favourite person, Dad, who was so excited about getting to spend quality time with you away from work.
I’m absolutely loving my days with you and we feel so lucky to have you in our lives. You are becoming cheekier and funnier with each month and you make us smile every single day.
You are loved so much.