More cuddles with Tom

We had a visitor for tea tonight.

Tom is still in town and he came around to see us.

I was on my very best behaviour.

Noah wasn't, but that's a story for another blog.

Anyhoo...I know how to impress a visitor who loves babies.

I snuggled in and fell asleep on Tom's shoulder, snoring softly.

I was very good all night.

Unlike someone else who refused to eat his dinner and only wanted to play Lego Star Wars on the Wii.

But then, that's a story for another blog.

Shop with me...but make it quick

Mum and I had to dash in to the shops quickly this afternoon.

There was no time to muck about with the hug-a-bub.

So into the trolley seat I went!

I've never been in the little baby seat on the trolley before.

But I liked it!

I liked looking at all the bright, colourful things on the shelves.

I liked smiling at the people who commented on what a cute baby I am.

I liked 'talking' to Mum as she chatted to me.

And then, quite suddenly, I didn't like it anymore.

I screamed blue murder the whole time we waited at the check-out.

It felt like hours for Mum. And for me.

But my good humour was restored when we arrived home and Aunty Lyndall and Amah G were waiting for us. More cuddles!

P.S. Mum weighed me while we were at the shops. 5.8kg!

New nappies, please

I've outgrown the baby nappies!

No more generic newborn nappies for me.

I'm now sporting spiffy new pink nappies. They're called 'crawler' nappies.

But I think I'm probably a long way off crawling.

Home days

We like our 'home days', Mum and I.

Today was a particularly lazy, social sort of a day.

A bit of a sleep in the morning (for me), a bit of cleaning (for Mum) and then a lovely visit from our friend Tegan.

She didn't think she'd be any good at holding babies.

But I think she did ok.

It was fun to hang out.

And then it was time for another big sleep (for me) and some washing and folding (for Mum), while we waited for Grandma and Uncle Michael to drop Noah home from Kindy.

Uncle Moo

I had my first proper cuddles with my Uncle Michael today.

He was visiting Grandma and Grandad and we went to their place for tea.

Noah used to call him Uncle Moo. But now he's learned to say Uncle Michael.

We had a nice cuddle on the couch, until I got all squirmy and wanted to go for a walk.

Uncle Michael and Noah played on the iPad.

I think I'd like to play with an iPad too.

Grand Final Day

There was a lot of excitement centred around the TV today.

It was Grand Final Day!

Our friends Ben and Gabe and Claire came over to watch the game with us.

I'd had a bit sleep in the morning, so I was up for a party.

But watching football in the lounge isn't really my thing.

Snuggled in Ben's arms, perched up on Mum's shoulder or nestled in the crook of Dad's elbow is where I'd prefer to be.

And that's how I spent my first Grand Final day.

Home alone

Tonight was the first time Mum had been left all alone to put two children to bed.

That's because Dad got to go to the football with his friend Mike.

Last time Dad went to the football, we had friends come over to our house.

But this time, it was just the three of us.

Mum wasn't quite sure how she'd manage getting us off to sleep; some of us (Noah) are more high maintenance sleepers than others (me).

But in the end, Noah fell asleep on the couch half an hour before the game he desperately wanted to watch on TV, started.

That just left me needing to be put to bed.

And I don't want to boast, but I think we all know that's as simple as put the baby in bed, kiss the baby on the cheek, and walk out the door.

Toot toot!

I had my first train ride today!

Mum and Noah and I (along with some of our very bestest friends) went on a steam train ride to Spring Bluff for a picnic and to look at the carnival flowers.

I slept in the hug-a-bub most of the way there.

Then we had a picnic on the grass before it was time to hop back on board for the return trip.

This time, I wasn't quite so happy. Tonya gave me a cuddle while Mum tried to give me a dummy, and I eventually settled down.

We got back to town and then went to a park for lunch, before walking around the gardens for a while.

I was so tired when we got home that I slept for a solid three hours!

It was a fun day out.

Spreading the love...and the vomit

I had cuddles with three different members of my extended family this morning.

And I managed to vomit on all three of them...as well as the floor. And a chair.

Oh yes, my reflux pain might be under control. But I've been upchucking with abandon!

Nevertheless, I had a nice time with my Great-Nana, Great-Aunty Pam, Mum's cousin Anna, and her two kids Ezra and Joash.

Anna is having a new baby in four weeks. I'm hoping it'll be a girl for me to play with.

Three Months

I'll be three months old tomorrow!

No one has any idea how much I weigh, so I can't give you any vital statistics.

That's because I'm so happy and content that there's been no need to plop me on a set of scales.

But given how quickly I'm growing out of my clothes, it's safe to assume I'm still at the top of the weight charts!

I continue to sleep well. I go to bed between 7 and 8 and wake up about twelve hours later. I have one night feed - usually sometime between 3 and 5am. It only takes me about 20 minutes to top-up my little tank and then I go straight back to sleep.

I don't like staying up any longer than an hour and a half after I've woken up in the morning. Then I'm back down for another three hours. I'm a bit less predictable in the afternoons, but I've been experimenting with a two hour sleep between about 2 and 6pm.

I'm not a huge fan of being rocked or patted to sleep. I prefer just to be fed and then put to bed, fully awake. I just chatter to myself before nodding off. Dad has complained that I don't often fall asleep on his chest like Noah did. But I've done it the last couple of days, just to make him happy.

I smile a lot. Especially at my big brother. He's pretty funny and he likes to make me smile. My very best smiles come out first thing in the morning. I don't even cry when I wake up. I just lie there and chatter and wait for someone to come and get me.

When I'm not asleep, I like to sit in my little chair and watch the world go by. Or I like to snuggle up to Mum in my sling.

I have beautiful blue eyes and I look good in pink.

Splish Splash

We have a new bath-the-baby regimen at our place.

The old regimen, which involved the whole family, was taking too long.

And that meant that we were often missing my bath because it took too long.

And that meant I was at risk of becoming a stinky baby!

So Mum took over the bath-the-baby duties; which of course means it's now become a fast and efficient operation.

But tonight I was having a great time in the bath. I kicked my legs and splashed my hands.

I was having such a good time that Mum let me stay in a little longer.

Sniffle

I have a cold.

Drat.

It's my second cold ever and it's not much fun.

Last night, Mum decided to try out my nifty new suction-the-snot-out-of-the-baby device.

It's a rubber bulb with a nozzle at one end. And it's about as fun as you'd imagine it to be.

I was not impressed and let Mum know I'd rather keep my snot, thanks very much.

I woke up twice in the night, for the first time in a very long time.

But I fed well and went straight back to sleep both times, despite all the sniffling and snuffling.

I'm a little trooper.

Cuddles

I am the youngest kid at our Playgroup.

I won't be for long; two new babies will join our ranks in a couple of months.

So I'm taking advantage of my youngest baby status by having lots of cuddles.

Today, I had three of the mums give me cuddles; my own Mum barely had to hold me at all!

I'm very happy to have other people cuddle me. I'm even happy to fall asleep on foreign shoulders!

Good Morning

I pull out my very best smiles first thing in the morning.

That's quite a clever strategy of mine, because it means everyone is keen to be the first to greet me when I wake up.

Usually, of course, it's Mum or Dad who get up to me.

But sometimes, it's my big brother.

This morning, he woke up first and padded down the hallway towards my room.

"I have to get my baby" he told Mum.

Dad's dress

Today was a special day for me and Dad.

For Dad, because it was Father's Day.

And for me, because I was dedicated at church today.

I wasn't the only baby being dedicated; there were actually seven of us.

But I think I was the only one wearing their Dad's dress!

It was the Christening gown his Grandma made for him a long, long time ago.

But everyone agreed it looked better on me.

I had my grandparents, honorary grandparents, a couple of great-grandparents and my Aunty Lyndall on hand to watch me.

Then we all gathered back at my house for lunch.

By now, though, I was very tired. So after a few photos and cuddles, I was happy to go to go to bed and snooze away the rest of the afternoon!