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Aug 30 2013

Ain’t No Stopping Him Now

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What a difference a week makes!

Dexter is now a walking machine! He’s crossing the room with ease and simply loves being on his feet. It never fails to make me laugh when I’m engrossed in the telly and his little head bobs into view. He’s a massive fan of picking up random objects from around the house and bringing them to me. I’ve had pen lids, coke cans, DVDs and rubbish from the bin all thrust into my lap over the last few days. He usually prods these items further into my lap with an enthusiastic little “Aaaaa” until I thank him and give them back to him.

It’s certainly opened up new and exciting ways for him to make a mess and scare mummy. Not content with the floor, Dexter likes to get scale the bookcase, the sofas, the worktops… he definitely subscribes to the motto the higher the better. I have no idea if these new death-defying stunts are normal or not. All I know is that we’ve had to find new and inventive hiding places for drinks, remote controls, laptops…

But that’s not all! He’s now a stair climber. Having forgot to close the stairgate behind me a few days ago, I was shocked and a little scared to have him appear in our upstairs bathroom where I was bent over the loo (I’m really struggling with morning sickness this time around). Clearly concerned that mummy was making grunting noises, in comes my beaming baby boy for a closer inspection.

He’s also becoming more aware of the world around him. He now knows that when I sit down on the lounge floor with the babywipes in my hand, it means a bum change is due. This is usually met with eyes as big as saucers and him scampering towards the kitchen in double time. He’s also began to shake his head if I dare to offer him something to eat that doesn’t meet his exacting standards.

I can’t believe how quickly he’s growing up. Just a few month ago he was laid on his back on his activity mat getting really frustrated he couldn’t quite reach the dangly bits. I can’t wait for the next few weeks now - maybe I can get him breakdancing and send him viral on YouTube… maybe I can get him helping out around the house doing the washing-up or tidying up the garden… maybe I can sellotape a paintbrush to his sleeve and bring out his inner Picasso… the possibilities are endless.

Linking up this week to the fabulous Ethan’s Escapades and the #SSAmazingAchievements linky!

 

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Jul 31 2013

Home Videos (Guess who’s walking…?)

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It’s tough being a stay-at-home-parent. You’re acutely aware that your other half is at the coal-face whilst you’re getting to see your little one hit all those milestones for the very first time. Sometimes I have to catch myself when Craig gets home and I realise I’ve been bleating on about Dexter’s progress before I’ve even asked how Craig’s day has been.

But it’s been a massive few weeks for Dexter, and luckily Craig’s been there to witness most of it for himself. In fact, he got to see Dexter’s very first steps when I was upstairs doing a spray tan!

Here are those all-important ‘firsts’ captured on video:

First up - he shocked me by standing unaided. We were in the bath together and he began standing up and exploring the various bottles and toys on the sides of the bath. When he suddenly let go of the sides of the bath and stood entirely unsupported, I grabbed my phone and filmed him. Unfortunately it wasn’t appropriate to share these given Dex had his winkle on show. I did manage to re-create it the next day with Dexter in his ‘Daffyd’ trunks. Here you go!

Next up, I finally managed to get him kissing Craig on camera. He’s been giving these out freely for about a month now (he’s definitely his daddy’s son). We began encouraging him all those weeks ago by singing to him (and generally making prats out of ourselves). It seems to have worked as Dex now recognises the words and will instinctively go in for a snog when we start singing. I’m guessing we’ll employ the same tactic for potty training and fussy eating - will keep you posted.

And here’s the all-important first steps. Yep at 15 months Dexter took 3 steps in the kitchen with Daddy when I was upstairs applying fake tan. I finally had my own little taste of jealousy and we’ve been trying to get Dexter to show me ever since. Somehow - he did it when we were filming! (Excuse the over excited footage!)

So there you go! My little boy is growing up. Have your little people achieved anything huge this week? Do let me know or join in the fab linky below by Ethan’s Escapades x

 

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May 21 2013

First Kisses…

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Of course it’s unbearable when your child is ill. To have them laying peacefully beside you in bed without enthusiastically kicking your groin, fisting you in the face with spit-covered palms, or crying out for ‘Dada’ when you’re trying your best to enjoy some mummy-son time, is so utterly out-of-character that you find yourself continually checking to that they’re still breathing. You get so used to them screeching, pulling freshly laundered clothes out of your drawers, and throwing half-gobbled toast at your face, that when they go silent you know they’re either plotting something dangerous, or feeling peaky.

We’ve been so lucky with Dexter. Since being hospitalised with Strep B (twice!) he’s had no more than a common cold. He’s such a smiley and happy baby that he rarely even cries. Having said that, he’s not really a loving baby. He’s never been one for cuddles, or kisses. This doesn’t bother me. Of course I’d love it if he’d seek me out in crowded room, scurry on over, and bury his face in my neck - but it’s just not the way he is. I’m just dependable mummy who provides warm porridge, makes wet bums dry, and has long hair to chew. Dex is much more of a Daddys Boy.

When he was struck down by the novovirus last week, it came as a complete surprise and scared us senseless. He seemed permanently tired and literally laid in the same position for hours. He still wouldn’t cry, he’d just wear a pained expression, suck his tiny fingers and lay there. His body became pliable. I could scoop him up and hold him without him wriggling free. He began to really focus on my face and what I was saying; we bonded.

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During this time, he’s learnt some new things.

When you say “Give mummy kisses”, he’ll push his open mouth in the direction of yours. These are his very first kisses, and they’re beautiful.

He’s also learnt to actually like having his hair stroked. It’s lovely being able to soothe him to sleep and have him enjoy using your arm as a pillow.

He’d watch you point and identify your nose, eyes, ears, mouth… and seem to take it in just that little bit more than before.

He’d call for ‘Mama’ in protest when Craig tried to drip feed Diaorlyte.

He’d watch sleep next to me in our bed (without trying to pull himself to standing using the headboard and tread on my face).

We bonded.

Today he’s feeling lots better. He’s eating a little more, he’s managed at least 400 mls of fluid, his poo is no longer yellow. He’s also gone back to ignoring everything I say or do.

I’m not suggesting I’d rather he was permanently poorly. I’m hugely relieved he’s better! But it seems thoughts of those first kisses will have to sustain me for a while - The wire from Apple TV is far more fascinating than mummy, and the word ‘kisses’ now prompts this…

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I really do love you Dexter xx

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