SB is having one of his epic morning naps, I love this time at the weekends because I get time on my own with BB. We are currently playing with his wooden train track.
Me: can I have a kiss?
Bb: no.
Me: please?
Bb: no.
*lays down on the floor and pretends to cry. Loudly.
Bb: mummy?
Me: (hopefully) yes?
Bb: you're laying on my train track.
Me: oh. *shuffles sideways and continues wailing*
A few minutes pass.
Bb: mummy?
Me: yes?
Bb: chocolate biscuit please?
Me: no.
Bb: I give you kiss?
He's two years old and already bargaining with me.
And yes, he's currently eating a chocolate biscuit. I needed a kiss. Bad mummy bear.
Saturday, 27 July 2013
Friday, 19 July 2013
This has been a crappy week...
Literally!!
I have cleaned up so much poo this week I have it down to a fine art.
I don't have an issue with poo. It's not pleasant but I've become immune to it over the past two years. But this week both my Bears have insisted on pooing everywhere. It's hot. It stinks. It's gross.
Two poos in pants from BB, who then freaks out because when you pull his pants down he gets poo all down his legs and you have to hose him off in the shower if you don't want to use 150 wet wipes.
One poo on the floor from BB. He was running up the stairs to get to the toilet, naked after his bath... and couldn't hold it so managed to get poo all the way up my stairs. Impressive, but disgusting.
And now SB had his first nappy off time for weeks. And crapped in the middle of my rug before crawling off and smearing it across my carpet. Nice. Thanks for that.
And to top it off I've been on early shifts this week, having to drag both babies out of bed to take them to nursery in the mornings and having very tired grumpy babies. And this morning, when I don't have to wake up, SB's eyes ping open at 6am. Sigh.
I'll be the one in the corner propping herself up with coffee, with a faint smell of poo wafting around her...
I have cleaned up so much poo this week I have it down to a fine art.
I don't have an issue with poo. It's not pleasant but I've become immune to it over the past two years. But this week both my Bears have insisted on pooing everywhere. It's hot. It stinks. It's gross.
Two poos in pants from BB, who then freaks out because when you pull his pants down he gets poo all down his legs and you have to hose him off in the shower if you don't want to use 150 wet wipes.
One poo on the floor from BB. He was running up the stairs to get to the toilet, naked after his bath... and couldn't hold it so managed to get poo all the way up my stairs. Impressive, but disgusting.
And now SB had his first nappy off time for weeks. And crapped in the middle of my rug before crawling off and smearing it across my carpet. Nice. Thanks for that.
And to top it off I've been on early shifts this week, having to drag both babies out of bed to take them to nursery in the mornings and having very tired grumpy babies. And this morning, when I don't have to wake up, SB's eyes ping open at 6am. Sigh.
I'll be the one in the corner propping herself up with coffee, with a faint smell of poo wafting around her...
Thursday, 18 July 2013
More breastfeeding battles
I naively thought that breastfeeding was the easiest, most natural thing in the world.
With BB, I gave up after lack of support and supply issues made me feel like a failure.
With SB, I had wonderful support from a Breastfeeding Support Worker, The Breastfeeding Network and lovely mummies on Facebook groups.
With them, I have battled through a tongue tie, a lip tie, colic, having a needy baby and a young toddler and hard night after hard night.
But 10 months on, we still have issues.
Feeding an older baby comes with it's own stack of problems.
We have no immediate plans to give up, despite the weird looks, I will give up when it is time for both of us, not when anybody else thinks it's time. I'm hoping it will get to a point where he chooses to wean himself, but we will see how it goes. We've fed on buses, boats and the tube, in taxis and cars leaning over his car seat, in aquariums, restaurants, and walking around the market in the sling. It suits us, and that's all that matters.
With BB, I gave up after lack of support and supply issues made me feel like a failure.
With SB, I had wonderful support from a Breastfeeding Support Worker, The Breastfeeding Network and lovely mummies on Facebook groups.
With them, I have battled through a tongue tie, a lip tie, colic, having a needy baby and a young toddler and hard night after hard night.
But 10 months on, we still have issues.
Feeding an older baby comes with it's own stack of problems.
- Teething. He doesn't latch on properly when he's teething, so grumpy baby aside we have to struggle with oversupply issues, windy tummy and a sicky baby.
- Biting. Usually comes hand-in hand with teething, but with three sharp teeth, it's enough to bring tears to my eyes. He bites when his gums hurt, he bites when I offer milk and he doesn't want it, he bites when he's tired. If it's a cheeky bite, I take him off and pop him on the floor, but when he's tired and miserable I don't want to upset him more so I tend to ignore it.
- Distraction. A noisy two year old makes for difficult feeding! SB is more interested in watching BB running around than feeding. and if he is interested in booby, BB thinks it's hilarious to blow raspberries on his tummy, or tickle him, or get impatient because he wants to play with his brother and try and pull him off, because he's helpful like that.
- Judging. I got enough weird looks feeding a smaller baby, apparently feeding a 10 month old is past the limits of normal social behaviour...
- Nursing strikes. SB has recently gotten over tonsillitis, a scary time when he refused booby or bottle completely for three days, took tiny sips of water and refused to eat. He's only just getting back into the swing of feeding again, and it took 24 hours of constant feeding to get my supply back up.
We have no immediate plans to give up, despite the weird looks, I will give up when it is time for both of us, not when anybody else thinks it's time. I'm hoping it will get to a point where he chooses to wean himself, but we will see how it goes. We've fed on buses, boats and the tube, in taxis and cars leaning over his car seat, in aquariums, restaurants, and walking around the market in the sling. It suits us, and that's all that matters.
Potty training - the first edition
So we have begun potty training. BB has shown signs for a while, holding his wees, squatting when he was going and saying 'I've done a wet', using the potty occasionally. But I didn't have the time to give it a proper go whilst working full-time. My original plan was to try whilst I ahd a week off, but it was a week of visits to the aquarium, the fire station, harbour tours and going to visit my sister-in-law so by the weekend I'd given up and figured we'd just wait a little longer.
But on the Saturday, we had a rare day at home and so I left BB's nappy off and left the potty in sight. By the end of that day, we'd only had one accident, all other wees had gone in the potty without much prompting. So I took this as a promising sign, and again on the Sunday, left his nappy off. Again, he told me when he needed the toilet, and used the potty all day. So on the Monday, when he was back at nursery, I took him in pants with the nappies in the bag in case, expecting that he probably wouldn't be interested in using the potty at nursery.
He didn't! Nursery were really impressed and all week he used the potty or the toilet with one or two accidents a day!
He still is having the odd accident, usually if he is busy playing or eating but we have been able to go out for the day and he's happy to use the toilet when he needs to go, and he likes wearing pants. Even if it means that none of his shorts fit without a big cloth bum to hold them up...
The poo battle is a story for another time but for now, we have conquered the wees!
But on the Saturday, we had a rare day at home and so I left BB's nappy off and left the potty in sight. By the end of that day, we'd only had one accident, all other wees had gone in the potty without much prompting. So I took this as a promising sign, and again on the Sunday, left his nappy off. Again, he told me when he needed the toilet, and used the potty all day. So on the Monday, when he was back at nursery, I took him in pants with the nappies in the bag in case, expecting that he probably wouldn't be interested in using the potty at nursery.
He didn't! Nursery were really impressed and all week he used the potty or the toilet with one or two accidents a day!
He still is having the odd accident, usually if he is busy playing or eating but we have been able to go out for the day and he's happy to use the toilet when he needs to go, and he likes wearing pants. Even if it means that none of his shorts fit without a big cloth bum to hold them up...
The poo battle is a story for another time but for now, we have conquered the wees!
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