Alice says that the reason Bernard doesn’t roll over yet is because his big fat cloth-nappy bum impedes him. Nonsense, I say. Babies managed to get mobile for hundreds of years before disposable nappies were invented; he will find a way. I reckon I simply don’t put him down often enough.
He sits just fine. He has a very nice posture, and also a very cute baby-slump which he adopts when examining his feet. This week he is mostly saying words beginning with B. Well, not words, but utterances of some kind, which are clearly very important: ba-buh buh buh buh burra BU!, that sort of thing. Pete thinks he is trying to say papa.
He had a good day with his childminder on Monday, and a very good night: only one night-feed! I could get used to that. But yesterday was business as usual, refusing to feed for the minder, and then snacking all night. My mum advises me that we need to get him moved into his own room soon, or it will get difficult. I can’t see it being less difficult to get up four times a night to feed him somewhere else, and he’s too big for the rocking chair now, and I need to get at least snatches of sleep, so for now I’m afraid he’s staying right where he is: in our bed.
This morning we went out for a coffee, and Bernard held court while the other babies either snoozed or were not yet born.[1] His minder says she finds that he has to be involved in everything, and is very curious and observant. I don’t see that this is a problem, though; if I had the strength to hoik him around in a sling, he would be even more involved in things; as it is, he sits in his high chair while I cook, or beside me on the sofa while I check my email. That’s not to say he never gets abandoned in his playnest, where he fiddles with the dangly toys and tells them stories about things beginning with B.
On Wednesdays his minder drops him home on her way out, so I find myself watching the clock at this time of day. If he has had a good day, then we will play for half an hour and then have tea (fish pie). If he is very hungry I might feed him first, in which case he won’t be interested in his actual solid tea. This week he has tried kiwi fruit and avocado, both of which were yum-yum; and cous cous, which was rejected.
What I would really like is a good night’s sleep ready for work tomorrow. Thursdays are boo.
- Laura’s baby is due today! [↩]
Since my washing machine started making horrible clanking noises (nigh on 3 months ago) and Toby grew out of his tots bots, he has been in disposables. He does not roll. Perhaps there is some deep-rooted astrological reason for it, given the proximity of their birthdays. Or, perhaps they know what we all know. Rolling is for cheese down hills and sitting is for watching the world comfortably without effort.
Of course, why just sit if you have the option of also sitting squelchy in your own poop. Its been a 4-dirty-nappies day here.
….and true to form s/he has not arrived on it’s due date….perhaps tomorrow ? But it was lovely to spend some time with a very smiley Bernard this morning…