Today has been just lovely. We had my sister and brother-in-law's dog, a toy poodle called Murphy, all day due to the fact that my parents are moving home tomorrow so their house is upside down! Rosie absolutely loves him so it kept her well entertained. We took him for a nice big walk around Balbirnie Woods, which we are blessed to have on our doorstep! However, the big news came later! Scott and I took a quick jaunt to the Aldi Baby Event after he finished work - I love a good rummage around all their bargains! Apart from the usual nappies and wipes etc, a little pink toilet seat with a hippo on it caught my eye. We have been trying endlessly with Rosie the past few months to get her to use her potties we had bought her. She seemed to not be keen, although she knew what they were for. I bought the pink seat and Scott 'installed' it tonight, at the same time drawing Rosie's attention to it's new position. After the bath and bottle (pre-bed routine) she stood up and shouted 'potty! potty!' at us, whilst pointing to the toilet door. What happened next made me SO proud! Although it's a natural body function to do the toilet, it was so sweet watching her excitedly use her new seat for the very first time. She wanted to wash her hands and flush etc too. This was definitely a proud mummy and daddy moment!
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I'm blogging late, because Alexander has been up every half hour since 7.30pm when I first put him to bed wanting fed. It's easy to let myself get uptight about him not really having a *set* bedtime pattern yet, being almost 6 months old now. Once I bring him in for a feed and see him being comforted, skin to skin, any exhausted feelings strangely disappear. Before I took the journey to breastfeed, I had read women online speaking about their 'special' alone time with their baby being the feeding time. I can 100% agree with this... I had planned to feed Alexander for maybe 2-3 months, having Rosie to run after too. But, truth be told, I just can't stop! I love the way he closes his wee eyes and snuggles in tightly to me. The way his little tiny baby feet flex and curl in whilst he feeds due to the comfort he is getting. I sometimes look at him, and try to imagine him being a big grown up man one day in the future. I really can't think about it for long, because for these short moments in time, in the darkness of the room, the only person he needs is me. Selfish as that may sound, I love it. I hope to look back on these days and sleepless nights and to be able to cherish them. Rosie is growing funnier and funnier every single day. Her speech is coming on brilliantly now too as is her growing relationship with her little brother, whom she has named 'the boy'! Tonight after bath time, she came downstairs in her pj's (which she sources herself before bedtime) and asked for a 'shong' (song) to be put on. She loves dance music, so MTV dance (sky channel 353) it was! She then asked me to 'dance' with her, so we spun around the living room for 15 minutes and giggled. She has also taken to carrying a dolly or teddy around with her. She mimics the stuff I do with 'the boy' with her dolly or teddy- feeding him, cuddling him, kissing him and 'shhh'ing him. It's adorable to watch her wee imagination run wild. These are al precious memories I hope to cherish and to tell them about when they're grown up. It's a tough job raising two rascals, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I appreciate all that I have and I cannot wait for the memories to continue! |
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