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Remember this little guy…
Well now he looks a little more like this…
Little A is 8 months old now and it has been another big month of development. Everyday we are seeing more and more of his fun little personality. This month has also been filled with lots of “firsts”…
First ride in a shopping trolley
First time trying to feed himself…
Then there was the first trip to the pool…
Little A’s first chair…
Little A is progressing with his crawling and starting to lift his belly more and more. For the first few weeks it was more like a “commando” crawl with his belly dragging along the floor polishing the floor boards. He has also started to get more adventurous and will now crawl out of the room and head off on his own. So we have started having to make sure we shut doors and now have a big weekend of “baby-proofing” planned. All I can say is Jeez he is quick!
Life with an 8 month old
Changing a nappy is impossible, dressing is impossible, in fact any task that requires the little guy to sit still is IMPOSSIBLE. As soon as we lay him on his back he wants to roll over and wriggle away. So much so we have given up on the change table and now change and dress him on the floor or bed. We do love how curious and active he is but it just takes twice as long to do the basic tasks some days. We have had to adjust our approach and how long we allow to get ready to leave the house.. 60 second nappy changes are a thing of the past!
Luckily his super cute smiley face makes all the impossible worthwhile…
Apart from all the crawling and cuteness the month has been filled with all the other typical baby stuff. There have been some rough nights and grizzly days with the teething. The new teeth have also seen Little A experimenting with new sounds. I just can’t wait for that first word but for now we are happy to enjoy his beautiful baby noises.
All in all our little guy is a happy and thriving little boy. He is the joy of our lives and every day I feel more and more blessed to watch him grow in front of my very eyes. Pure love… pure happiness!
Have you comitted any of the seven deadly sins this week?
Did you celebrate Halloween or did you hit the gym to avoid the candy temptations?
Any experience with the Chariot? All feed back would be appreciated… Seems TOO good to be true.
Since Little A was born my training motto has been a hashtag acronym I discovered on Twitter… #JFDI
In the interest of keeping this family friendly I wont write the full version but suffice to say its just the Nike slogan with a little bit of colour.
When I didn’t feel like going for a run or I was thinking of the 100 other things I needed to do, I told myself #JFDI (you know you use twitter too much when you think in hashtags!)
Now my training has changed its not about “Just Doing It”. If I don’t feel like it – I don’t run. So that training motto just doesn’t seem appropriate anymore and it has now been replaced with…
I have had quite a few runs lately when I am in the zone. Feeling amazing and just wanting to run forever. Last Monday on my first day of what I am labelling “intuitive running” I decided I was in the mood for a nice easy run. I had a few jobs to do too so I thought I’d knock out 8km and if the little guy was still asleep I could get dinner in the crock pot and hang out some washing.
At 8km I was feeling great. I really wanted to get some things done but I really wanted to run longer too. I decided to go for another 5 minutes. After 5 minutes I decided to go for another 5 minutes and after that 5 minutes I wanted another 5. 20 minutes later I finally slowed the treadie, stretched and went into my waking baby.
It is so easy to make up 5 minutes of jobs in my day. I can stay up later by 5 minutes or I can put Little A in his walker while I do them. There are 100s of ways I can find 5 minutes to do other things. But making up 5 minutes of running is not that easy.
For me to go for a run I have to have a fed and sleeping baby (which only happens twice per day now… the sleeping that is not the feeding) and me be dressed in my running clothes ready to go. Its not as easy as “baby’s asleep I’ll go for a run now”. If I did that I’d be lucky to get out 20 minutes. Instead it is planned from the moment I wake up and decide I am going to run.
By the time Little A goes down I am in my running clothes and fed with my sneakers, water, phone and baby monitor at the door. If I am lucky Big A may have uncovered and switched on the treadie for me too. If by any chance I am running behind and haven’t done the breakfast dishes I dare not glance in the kitchen on my way out as I can’t afford even a minute. Lets not even talk about the preparation of a stroller run. Although I am getting this down to a fine art.
If I am running then there has been a lot of preparation and deliberate activities that have got me there. So if I am feeling great and Little A is asleep and I am keen to push out another Km then I will guilt free add on another 5 minutes. Yes, I could achieve a lot of things around the house in 5 minutes while Little A is asleep but this one sleep a day belongs to me and my running.
I would rather get to bed 5 minutes later or not have folded a load of washing than go to bed and wish I had down another Km when I had the chance because those chances only come by once a day. My washing, well thats there all day every day!!!
So tell me…
Do squeeze out every possible Km or do you cut runs short to fit in other things?
Do you have a training motto? Has it changed over the years?
You know you have failed as a housewife when you get in your car to get take away for dinner and it still smells of last nights take away.
Yes it was not my finest moment. Purely and utterly disorganised.
Life is not even chaotic but rather just constant at the moment. I seem to move straight from one thing to the next thing all the while trying to find a spare minute to work on the big projects in the background.
On Friday I put my head in the freezer to discover my pureeing stash for Little A had dwindled to almost nothing. 6 weeks ago I was whinging that I couldn’t fit even a tiny tub of ice cream in the freezer as Little A’s food took up ALL of it. Now I have my tub of ice cream but am back in the kitchen doing a daily batch of pureeing.
I have to confess I am hopless in the kitchen. Big A didn’t marry me for my cooking abilities. We eat simple meals that take little time to prepare. Nothing I cook or bake will ever end up on pinterest. Luckily though I love food and the desire for it forces me to at least try. I salivate at some of the recipes I see on people’s blogs and when I am feeling game I venture into my kitchen. Sure mine never looks as good as the picture but I try.
Luckily for Little A there isn’t much you can mess up when it comes to pureeing…
While it is not difficult it is mundane and timely. I don’t love it. But I love Little A and I love that I am preparing food for him that is nutritious and brings him joy. Not every aspect of parenting is going to be magical and for me pureeing is not magical its mundane! Although I am becoming a bit of an expert… the other day Big A asked me how I could tell the difference between the Sweet Potato, Carrot and Pumpkin. I quickly informed him which shade of orange was which. Yep, move over 50 Shades of Grey cause we’ve got 50 shades of Orange and thats way “hotter” than grey!
Anyhow between preparing Little A’s meals and projects around the house I had given little thought to what the rest of us (Big A and I) were meant to be eating. For the last two nights after Little A has gone to bed I have realised I hadn’t organised anything for dinner and the supermarket was closed. So we have had to resort to takeaway. Don’t get me wrong I don’t have anything against takeaway but I prefer to enjoy it when I am craving a good indian meal or a pizza and wine night. I don’t enjoy takeaway when I really don’t feel like it and its purely as a result of me being disorganised.
So I am giving myself a big fat “F” for organisation this week! My punishment will be when I get in my car and it smells like a horrible mix of Chinese and Pizza.
So I ask…
Have you had a failure moment? Come on make me feel better!!!
Are you good in the kitchen?
Whats something Mundane that you do out of love for yourself or others?
Our little boy is growing in to quite the character. This month Little A has mastered the art of blowing raspberries. Coupled with the copious amounts of drool this teething baby generates you really don’t want to be on the other side of these raspberries!!
And in other typical BOY behaviour …
Someone has been leaving his shoes out…hmm wonder where he learned that?!?!
“Crack me a beer and pass the remote”…he’s a real charmer isn’t he?!?!
Seriously though, this kid is growing!!! Remember these long lean limbs….
Well they’ve gone from marathoner legs to….
Sprinter legs… “All the better to play with mummy”
Speaking of playing, visiting the playground and feeding the ducks is Little A’s favourite pastime these days.
Yep… he LOVES the swing!
And more proof that he is my son… he got the hang of this hammock thing very quickly!
Little A is getting closer to crawling . It’s like edge of your seat TV everyday watching him experiment and try. As much as I want it to happen for him I am a little nervous for me! Life is going to be very different when he is getting around!
As for the sleep department, I was so looking forward to bragging about how Little A had returned to his old awesome night sleep ways (12 hour nights waking only once for a feed) but then he went and shook it up for a few nights. This one likes to keep me on my toes!
So now for some of my favourite snaps for the month….