Hello and welcome to another update on the goings on in my little pocket of the world.
A lot has happened, but I think I might still manage to make it sound dull. I'm a bit preoccupied and there's not much brain left over for blogging.
Here goes nothing...
It has been a week of much progress. Harriet is very different this end of the week from the baby she was at the beginning of it.
For a start she is now the proud owner of two front teeth. Hooray! We had no idea what to expect when her teeth cut through. We didn't know if there'd be blood, screaming, pain and tears. As it turns out there's no blood or drama, just the sudden appearance of a couple of needle sharp teeth.
Now this is one of those developments that could have a downside for me. In the past Harriet has found humour in biting me when she feeds, but if she tries it now I'll have to switch to bottle feeding and bring to an end one of the most satisfying things I have ever done.
Anyway, how cool is that? Two teeth and she's only a few days over five-months-old.
Besides her new teeth, our little Harry has produced some other new stuff. She has started rolling over from her tummy onto her back and vice versa. This is a big step towards being able to crawl, although I still think she'll go straight to walking. She's too interested in what's going on around her and it's difficult to have a good nose around when you're that low to the ground.
Not that she'll be much higher up on her feet.
Anyway, it's very exciting to see her moving herself around, though I know that my enthusiasm will dwindle sharply as she gets more and more mobile.
Another new trick, and another of which I might quickly tire, is Harriet's "Whoops I dropped it" game. She likes to drop her toys and pick them up herself, and she also likes to throw them for me to fetch. Now, I know I can look less than human sometimes, the sleepless nights take care of that, but to treat me like a dog is just plain insulting.
What else? Well, Harriet helps me when I dress her by putting her arms in her sleeves for me and lifting her legs and feet for her trousers and shoes. That's new, and useful. She also likes to remove her footwear, which isn't useful. We had to track back through the supermarket the other day searching for an ejected sock.
I've seen people doing that many a time and it felt oddly wonderful to finally be on the hunt myself. It's one of those little things that seem insignificant, but are in fact surprisingly symbolic.
Or am I just a sentimental old twat?
We get lots of kisses from Harriet now. She has a different one for me from the one she has for her dad. He gets delicate little pecks on the lips. I get big, wet open mouthed ones that quite often end with her latched on to my lips and suckling. I think her dad would get that sort too, but he has slightly more hair on his top lip than I do.
I must get off now and use my time more productively. I have lots to organise. My little family and I are planning to move to a place where autumn is more than a day long, and the night sky does not glow orange with the light from a thousand street lamps. We'll hear this week if our application has been accepted, and if it is we'll be in the new place before Christmas.
I hope this finds you happy.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my claptrap.
A lot has happened, but I think I might still manage to make it sound dull. I'm a bit preoccupied and there's not much brain left over for blogging.
Here goes nothing...
It has been a week of much progress. Harriet is very different this end of the week from the baby she was at the beginning of it.
For a start she is now the proud owner of two front teeth. Hooray! We had no idea what to expect when her teeth cut through. We didn't know if there'd be blood, screaming, pain and tears. As it turns out there's no blood or drama, just the sudden appearance of a couple of needle sharp teeth.
Now this is one of those developments that could have a downside for me. In the past Harriet has found humour in biting me when she feeds, but if she tries it now I'll have to switch to bottle feeding and bring to an end one of the most satisfying things I have ever done.
Anyway, how cool is that? Two teeth and she's only a few days over five-months-old.
Besides her new teeth, our little Harry has produced some other new stuff. She has started rolling over from her tummy onto her back and vice versa. This is a big step towards being able to crawl, although I still think she'll go straight to walking. She's too interested in what's going on around her and it's difficult to have a good nose around when you're that low to the ground.
Not that she'll be much higher up on her feet.
Anyway, it's very exciting to see her moving herself around, though I know that my enthusiasm will dwindle sharply as she gets more and more mobile.
Another new trick, and another of which I might quickly tire, is Harriet's "Whoops I dropped it" game. She likes to drop her toys and pick them up herself, and she also likes to throw them for me to fetch. Now, I know I can look less than human sometimes, the sleepless nights take care of that, but to treat me like a dog is just plain insulting.
What else? Well, Harriet helps me when I dress her by putting her arms in her sleeves for me and lifting her legs and feet for her trousers and shoes. That's new, and useful. She also likes to remove her footwear, which isn't useful. We had to track back through the supermarket the other day searching for an ejected sock.
I've seen people doing that many a time and it felt oddly wonderful to finally be on the hunt myself. It's one of those little things that seem insignificant, but are in fact surprisingly symbolic.
Or am I just a sentimental old twat?
We get lots of kisses from Harriet now. She has a different one for me from the one she has for her dad. He gets delicate little pecks on the lips. I get big, wet open mouthed ones that quite often end with her latched on to my lips and suckling. I think her dad would get that sort too, but he has slightly more hair on his top lip than I do.
I must get off now and use my time more productively. I have lots to organise. My little family and I are planning to move to a place where autumn is more than a day long, and the night sky does not glow orange with the light from a thousand street lamps. We'll hear this week if our application has been accepted, and if it is we'll be in the new place before Christmas.
I hope this finds you happy.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my claptrap.
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