Archive | October 2011

Dearest 10 Month Old. Where The Heck Are Your Teeth!

Well hello there! So what’s the deal? How are you able to poo for the whole of England and still have NOT ONE tooth come through! I don’t get it, most babies I know have about 6 already. And the bloody baby down the road “has ALL of his teeth and eats absolutely everything! He’s even on cows milk!”. Wow, hurrah for him. Naf off.

To be fair, your dentist aunt did point out it can take up to 18 months (oh my god) for teeth to come through so I guess we still have a while before worry should set in. Your nanny actually told me that my teeth didn’t come through till I was 13 months old. So I guess, for now, I shall enjoy your gummy smiles a bit longer. It seems lack of teeth doesn’t stop you from biting my cardigan and shoulder. Ouch baby!!

This month I get the feeling you might have descended from evil kenieval. The way you quite willingly throw yourself off furniture and anything with a bit of height has my heart permanently in my mouth. And I know you know you’re doing it! You laugh cheekily and toss yourself back, looking a lot like you’re about to body surf. If you could not do that so much then that would be great!

And sleeping? I think we might be going backwards this month. One night was just pure awful and everything was going wrong. It started when I thought it would be a good idea to update my iPhone. 5 HOURS later at 1am it finished but not without wiping out 3 months worth of your pictures from my phone. The rest of that night went like this

    Lots of sulking over lost pics
    Trying to google way to get pics back
    Discovering big wee leak resulting from a dodgy nappy fastening by daddy
    Changing baby fully
    Settling baby back down after feed
    Collapsing into bed thinking sleep at last
    Waking an hour later by, fully awake, bouncing baby ready to start the day!

Suffice to say I spent most of that day in a zombie like state. It reminded me very much of the book Peace at last. I’ve now bought it for you.

Right about now I need to start thinking about your first birthday party. Now that’s going to be interesting, considering your mum and dads families don’t talk to each other. Do we have one party, invite everyone and stress the hell out of myself? Or have two separate parties and two cakes? Two cakes. I think that decides it doesn’t it? I should start organising but it’s not till mid December. We have aaaaages yet!

Until next time baby! Mwah!!

Mammywoos Music as Therapy Meme

There is a new Meme..Music as Therapy! Created by the one and only Mammywoo. I was tagged by both the lovely Mammywoo and TheBoyAndMe.

You can read all about how is started right here and read TheBoyAndMe’s entry here.

The rules are simple.

What musical lyrics have touched you?

If you would like to have a go, just pick;

3 beautiful songs.

3 different bands.

3 sets of lyrics that touch you in anyway you want to show.

I consider myself to have quite an eclectic taste in music. The OH translates this to be “crap”. But what does he know. The dance and trance lover. Puh!!

Anyway… Here goes my entry

Firstly…

I will be your father figure,
put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher,
Anything you have in mind
I will be your father figure,
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one to love you
Till the end of time

Secondly,
Can’t take my eyes off of you
You feel like heaven to touch
I want to hold you do much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank god I’m alive
You’re just to good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off you

And lastly, I’ve got the moves like Jagger (for now).

Just shoot for the stars
If it feels right
Then aim for my heart
If you feel like
And take me away, make it okay
I swear I’ll behave

I now tag….

@Mum2Babyinsomniac
@catparrot
@mummydaddyme
@mummytoboo
@averagemummy