I'm Doing What???

The Wee One has been trying to sit by herself in recent days and this picture pretty much captures the spirit of one so small attempting something so big!

Classic.

Close To You...

Maybe it was giving up the bottle a few weeks back or maybe it is just one of those things but Miss Schmoo has become quite clingy of late.

So much so that last night topped it when she wanted me to sleep with her but I needed to finish some typing.

She couldn't be calmed by daddy and stayed in her bed crying her little eyes out for me to come and snuggle with her. And so, i came up with this little gem. 

I don't think these pool lounges have technically made it to the pool more than once since I purchased them but they are a great little bed for a tired 2 year old in need of being close to her mummy.

Kinda cute really.

Breastfeeding for Dummies...

Never had it crossed my mind that if a baby refused one breast that said baby might still, in fact, be hungry!

It has come to my attention yesterday that while I was innocently of the impression that our smallest member was just far too busy to feed, what with two big sisters to keep her entertained - and it would seem now that they do a cracker job at it too - she was merely being fussy about which side she would prefer to feed from.

Yes, it would seem that from about midday the Wee One will only begin a feed from my right breast. Who would have thought it? Seriously?

Fussy little bugger!

Mad About Food...

So, at the suggestion of my lovely child health nurse - have I mentioned that, finally, after all these years of raising babies, I have found a nurse that seems to know what she's talking about. And so she should after having 6 kids under 10. Better woman than I am that's for sure - we decided to give The Wee One some solids, you know? Just to test the waters. At this stage it's all about experimenting rather than eating, yada, yada, yada...

Growing up way too fast!

Well, someone forgot to mention to The Wee One that she was merely experimenting and on tasting the delicacy that is farex and breast milk she did not spill another drop. She was sold on solids. I don't think there is any fear that she will be a boob girl. This girl LOVES her food.

And for about the last week we have offered her pumpkin for dinner and I swear she can't sit still with the anticipation that comes from putting on her bib to that first spoonful of food.

Yesterday...

Is. Over.

Never to be repeated. A day lost.

And, although I want to forget, I will remember it like a scar. It may fade but it will always be there to remind me.

And I want to remember it. I want to remember the sound of my sobs into my husbands chest last night as I lay there regretting it all. I want to remember.

So I will NEVER behave like that again.

And I know I am exhausted and I know that my girls can push my buttons like no one else can (well maybe my mother) and I know I am a good mum and I know I can't be perfect BUT I also know that I have been blessed with three beautiful souls to care for and protect and nurture to the very best of my ability and I know I need to be responsible and I know the way I acted yesterday was, in my eyes, inexcusable and I know I am ashamed of myself no matter what anyone says. 

And I want to be ashamed because if I thought it was okay, even for a second, I would not be the good mum that everyone is telling me I am and that I know I am.

So yesterday happened BUT, I am glad yesterday is gone forever.

Already???

My little girl rolled from her back to her tummy for the first time yesterday and ....

I missed it! : (

I was out for the first time in forever getting a very early hair cut and colour. My lovely hairdresser starts at 8am which fits in perfectly with the Wee One for feeds. I had just sat down and decided on a colour when the phone rang and on the other end was a proud as punch daddy who witnessed a "first" first.

She has been happy to display her new talent a couple of times for me today but loves to just be on her tummy when you walk back in the room, looking at you like What? What did I do?

That smile on her face though. Man, she's proud of herself and will tell you in her baby talk any chance she gets.

I heart her!

I Will, I Will....

Do a proper post soon, I promise.

Between sleep regression in a 4 month old and toilet training regression in a 2.5 year old I am surprised my head hasn't spun right off my shoulders or my eyes haven't fallen out of my head or something.

I'm still here. I'm good. Really. I had a really crappy week last week which had even me worried about myself - actually, I think I was more worried about myself than anybody. I don't think anyone really believed me except for T. Thank goodness someone did - BUT I'm back on track. I have a little bit of extra sleep under my belt and I'm starting to feel okay again.

So....

I will be back. Don't know if I can remember enough for an update but there'll definitely be something to write about soon.