So it appear I still have no immune system whatsoever and have been consistently ill since squishy bear was born. Coughs, colds and d&v (lush, I know) have become part of my life. Add to that a 19 month old tornado who needs three meals a day, two bottles of milk, bum changes and constant entertaining, an 11 week old baby who feeds on demand through the day, also needing nappy changes and my attention, the fact that I am on my own in the evenings when they both need bathing, feeding and putting to bed, plus cooking decent dinners, three regular playgroups a week plus doing bits for the local nappy library, my housework has become a little slack. We don't live in a pigsty by any means, nor is it a health hazard, but I am drowning in housework! I underestimated how much washing comes with a family of four. And how many dishes need washing. And beds made. And nappies washed. And the list goes on.
So anyway, my mother comes round on a rainy Monday, and takes one look around my flat. She sees the crumbs in the floor... The unmade beds... Dishes that needs washing from breakfast and lunch... The three loads of clean washing that needs folding and putting away...The boys in sposies because I was so behind on washing... (sob!)
And there I was being impressed that despite dying from a horrendous cold we were all dressed, clean (well the boys were, I was a usual mess of greasy hair, baby sick and porridge) and fed! Oh well, can't please 'em all!
All I want for Christmas is a decent immune system. And some more nappies. And a new sling. And a cleaner... Maybe a chef....,,
Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Monday, 5 November 2012
Fluffaholics Anonymous
My name is Mummy Bear and I have a *slight* fluff addiction.
There is little that gives me more pleasure than a massive fluffy bottom.
I find myself stalking big bottomed babies at playgroup and wondering it they're wearing cloth.
I've actually had dreams about buying nappies. And woken up disappointed that I don't actually own them.
I'm not even monogamous to a brand, I'm a complete brand slut. Bumgenius, Tots Bots, Motherease, Onelife, Tiny Nippers, Alva, Cotton Bottoms, Blueberry, Bambooty, Rumparooz, Little Lambs... I don't even think that's an exhaustive list. And I still have a wishlist of brands I want to try! Gah!
Is it bad that part of me wants to go back to work so I can afford more? I haven't bought anymore since I've been on Statutory Maternity Pay. Actually that's a lie, I bought two more Bamboozle Stretchies. But they were preloved and I sold squishes Teenyfits for them. See? It's an addiction - I feel I have to justify buying.
Squishy Bear is full time fluffy bottomed. He doesn't wear fancy brands, it's generally Motherease Sandy's or prefolds in the day and Onelife Onesize at night. We don't get leaks very often (unless I haven't put the wrap on very well!) and my only issue has been clothes. He's a big boy anyway, 12lb 12oz at 7 weeks and pretty much at the end of 0-3 months clothes and therefore the clothes are pinching his nappies and wicking. My mother (who is not a cloth convert, she has a nasty habit of changing BB into a sposie as soon as he gets to her house) tried to put a pair of jeans over a Sandy and a motherease wrap and failed. So he pretty much lives in babygrows. Easy, comfy, and he's warm in the sling with a hoody and some booties on.
Baby Bear however wears sposies to bed at night. But we ran out the other day and I put him in a Tots Bots Bamboozle Stretch, two bamboo velour boosters and a flip insert with a Blueberry Coverall and a fleece sleepsuit. Watching him walk down the hallway like John Wayne was enough to make me fall off the loo laughing. He kept squatting to inspect his bottom and was quite befuddled at the size of it. Daddy Bear wasn't convinced at all. But it worked! The nappy was completely saturated but my fears of him waking up in a puddle of urine were unfounded. And the next night a similar combination worked again, but he's poorly and an unfortunately timed poo meant he woke up with a sore bum :(
I'll try again when its healed.
For now I'm just staying away from the preloved pages...
There is little that gives me more pleasure than a massive fluffy bottom.
I find myself stalking big bottomed babies at playgroup and wondering it they're wearing cloth.
I've actually had dreams about buying nappies. And woken up disappointed that I don't actually own them.
I'm not even monogamous to a brand, I'm a complete brand slut. Bumgenius, Tots Bots, Motherease, Onelife, Tiny Nippers, Alva, Cotton Bottoms, Blueberry, Bambooty, Rumparooz, Little Lambs... I don't even think that's an exhaustive list. And I still have a wishlist of brands I want to try! Gah!
Is it bad that part of me wants to go back to work so I can afford more? I haven't bought anymore since I've been on Statutory Maternity Pay. Actually that's a lie, I bought two more Bamboozle Stretchies. But they were preloved and I sold squishes Teenyfits for them. See? It's an addiction - I feel I have to justify buying.
Squishy Bear is full time fluffy bottomed. He doesn't wear fancy brands, it's generally Motherease Sandy's or prefolds in the day and Onelife Onesize at night. We don't get leaks very often (unless I haven't put the wrap on very well!) and my only issue has been clothes. He's a big boy anyway, 12lb 12oz at 7 weeks and pretty much at the end of 0-3 months clothes and therefore the clothes are pinching his nappies and wicking. My mother (who is not a cloth convert, she has a nasty habit of changing BB into a sposie as soon as he gets to her house) tried to put a pair of jeans over a Sandy and a motherease wrap and failed. So he pretty much lives in babygrows. Easy, comfy, and he's warm in the sling with a hoody and some booties on.
Baby Bear however wears sposies to bed at night. But we ran out the other day and I put him in a Tots Bots Bamboozle Stretch, two bamboo velour boosters and a flip insert with a Blueberry Coverall and a fleece sleepsuit. Watching him walk down the hallway like John Wayne was enough to make me fall off the loo laughing. He kept squatting to inspect his bottom and was quite befuddled at the size of it. Daddy Bear wasn't convinced at all. But it worked! The nappy was completely saturated but my fears of him waking up in a puddle of urine were unfounded. And the next night a similar combination worked again, but he's poorly and an unfortunately timed poo meant he woke up with a sore bum :(
I'll try again when its healed.
For now I'm just staying away from the preloved pages...
Saturday, 3 November 2012
7 weeks on...
Yes, it really has been 7 weeks already. 7 weeks of broken sleep, a teething cheeky toddler and snapping at Daddy Bear. 7 weeks of squishy newborn cuddles, first smiles and watching my boys bond.
I could tell you it's easy, that its a breeze, that life is perfect.
But I'd be lying.
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change it for the world. When people ask me if I wish I'd waited longer before having another, the answer honestly is no. When Baby Bear wakes up in the morning, the first thing he wants is his brother. He runs into the living room, excited, and climbs on the sofa next to his brother with a huge smile on his face. Yes, I have to watch him because he does get overexcited and try to lay on him for a cuddle and has sat on him twice, but it's truly wonderful to see. Those are the moments I know I did the right thing.
Squishy Bear is a lovely baby. He's very placid, loves a cuddle and is quite happy to watch the lunatic that is my eldest son run around like a hurricane. I've chosen a more natural approach to parenting this time round and have discovered that apparently everybody gets a say in how you bring up your children.
'Cloth nappies are more trouble than their worth' - Really? Because both of my boys wear them, and it's pretty much just throwing them in the wash every other day.
'He's constantly attached to you' - If you can work out a better way of getting him to take a nap, be my guest. I can't spend ages settling him to sleep, I don't have the time. If I go into my bedroom and put him in the crib, BB comes running in and whispers 'shh, he's seeping. NUNIGHT!!!' Before pottering around my bedroom picking things up and generally just making lots of noise. I can't shut the door and leave a 19 month old unattended, and SB can't settle in the bouncy chair with the TV on and his brother making noise. So he sleeps in the sling. Big deal!
'Breastfeeding him will just make him a mummy's boy' - have you seen my other son? He was breastfeed (not for as long as I'd have liked) and I have a hard time getting a glance in my direction, let alone a cuddle!
'You'll never get him out of your bed if you don't do it now' - Rubbish. I'm pretty sure he won't be a teenager and still sleeping next to me. He's been in my bed since the day he was born and I love it. He slept all night in his crib this week and I really missed him but if he happily settles in there then I leave him but if he needs to be close to me I pop him in with me.
I can't wait to see what my family says when I get their amber necklaces.
I could tell you it's easy, that its a breeze, that life is perfect.
But I'd be lying.
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change it for the world. When people ask me if I wish I'd waited longer before having another, the answer honestly is no. When Baby Bear wakes up in the morning, the first thing he wants is his brother. He runs into the living room, excited, and climbs on the sofa next to his brother with a huge smile on his face. Yes, I have to watch him because he does get overexcited and try to lay on him for a cuddle and has sat on him twice, but it's truly wonderful to see. Those are the moments I know I did the right thing.
Squishy Bear is a lovely baby. He's very placid, loves a cuddle and is quite happy to watch the lunatic that is my eldest son run around like a hurricane. I've chosen a more natural approach to parenting this time round and have discovered that apparently everybody gets a say in how you bring up your children.
'Cloth nappies are more trouble than their worth' - Really? Because both of my boys wear them, and it's pretty much just throwing them in the wash every other day.
'He's constantly attached to you' - If you can work out a better way of getting him to take a nap, be my guest. I can't spend ages settling him to sleep, I don't have the time. If I go into my bedroom and put him in the crib, BB comes running in and whispers 'shh, he's seeping. NUNIGHT!!!' Before pottering around my bedroom picking things up and generally just making lots of noise. I can't shut the door and leave a 19 month old unattended, and SB can't settle in the bouncy chair with the TV on and his brother making noise. So he sleeps in the sling. Big deal!
'Breastfeeding him will just make him a mummy's boy' - have you seen my other son? He was breastfeed (not for as long as I'd have liked) and I have a hard time getting a glance in my direction, let alone a cuddle!
'You'll never get him out of your bed if you don't do it now' - Rubbish. I'm pretty sure he won't be a teenager and still sleeping next to me. He's been in my bed since the day he was born and I love it. He slept all night in his crib this week and I really missed him but if he happily settles in there then I leave him but if he needs to be close to me I pop him in with me.
I can't wait to see what my family says when I get their amber necklaces.
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