Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Roll out the Red Carpet

... Matilda has rolled over! After days of fruitless efforts, of baby rolling on her side, falling on her arm and getting stuck there, she finally Made It on Monday evening. She started off by holding on to my finger and pulling herself over, but now she can make it on her own. I guess this is the start of mobility and all sorts of trouble, but I can't help feeling proud nevertheless. Now when the cat is lying next to her she tries to roll towards him, and when she gets a bit too close for comfort he just gives her a nudge with his paw and she rolls back on her back again.

She has the very charming habit of looking up at me and smiling when she wakes up in the morning. I suspect all babies do that. Still, it's special. Also, right now she's sitting on my lap and having the hick-ups. Also-also, she's started babbling to herself and others in a voice that sounds like Marge Simpson. ("Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarw. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrw. Where's my cigarette?")

A few days ago we woke up to this outside our window: Matilda's first snow, only she couldn't play with it yet. Here it is:

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So guess what I did yesterday (Wednesday. I don't know when I'll manage to complete this.) I bought a pram with a toddler seat. On which Matilda will sit when her little brother or sister is born. Whom we haven't started trying to conceive yet, and won't be trying for at least until March. Isn't it a beauty though? Just missing (another) baby now! :)

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This week the cat has learned how to open the bathroom door. He jumps up, hangs from the door handle and presto, he's in. During the past few days, Peter and I have had to get used to the door suddenly opening, Domino walking in, giving the floor a sniff and walking out again. Now if ONLY we could teach him how to close the door on his way out I wouldn't mind that much, but it gets a bit breezy, you know?


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People who see this picture ask why we're making baby-salad. Tempting, but it's just a bathtub... Supposedly it imitates the position they had in the womb, and (more importantly, as far as I'm concerned) Matilda can sit in it without needing me to hold her all the time... She really likes it. I don't actually own the thing (It's a plastic BUCKET that costs £20,) my neighbour lent it to me for a week, but Matilda liked it so much that I'm seriously tempted (even though I'll feel stupid afterwards for buying a bucket that costs £20.)

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And here's a couple of funnies... The first story is TRUE. I thought it might have been the newspaper playing a joke on the readers, but I looked it up and it's actually a real product. Have fun!


http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1868371,00.html


http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1799449,00.html

Milkdrunk:

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Busted:
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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

...have you heard the one with the baby?

Matilda is developing a sense of humour! Last night I was trying to feed her and she kept teasing me, turning towards the nipple and then looking up with this goofy grin, expecting me to laugh with her. Again...and again...and again. She obviously thought she had come up with the best joke in her life (not that that's saying much,) and was enjoying every minute of it, the little tease! I never thought I'd have to say it this early, but MATILDA STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR FOOD!

She's also stopped crying, and instead she has taken up what we call "doing the parrot." It sounds a bit like this: Croack-croack- Shriek SHRIEK! SHRIEK! SHRIIIEEEEEEK! SCREEEEEECH! (Repeated indefinately until you give her whatever she wants. But not crying. Crying is for babies -doh!)

Also, in this month's issue...

Children are so sweet: Especially Natalie's children. They're used to babies, they like them, and they don't mind showing it. They've gotten to see Matilda a bit more lately, as we've been more out and about, and they're all over her every time. Ola (2,5) will try to feed her crisps, and she'll bring her precious cuddle-blanket to me, so I can cuddle Matilda with it. Reggie (4) likes her a lot too, and introduces her to his friends when we go to their place. ("Look, look Edward! This is Matilda!") and wants me to put her on the bed next to him ("Look, she's not crying! I made her stop! She really likes me, mummy!") It's almost too sweet to watch (but not quite. I love watching it.) Also by Reggie: "Matilda! Matilda! Matilda! Oh Matilda, you're adorable!"

Here's Matilda with the Next Size Up (Atticus)

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Awwwww, aren't they sweet? No pressure there, but don't they make a nice couple, wink-wink-nudge? (Oh, and don't mind the punching. They were holding hands a few minutes ago.)

Cradle Cap Cure: Matilda has developed a small but annoying case of cradle cap -it's like baby dandruff, and apparently, the recomended course is massaging the baby's head with oil. So I've been oiling my little grease-monkey regularly, and now the cat likes her EVEN MORE! He keeps wanting to lick and groom her head, which causes her to coo with pleasure, and also, conviniently, causes the flakes to come off. So there you go, a truly ORGANIC cradle cap cure. Infact, that's what he's doing right now, that's why I got the time to blog. I keep trying to take a picture, but he's too fast for me... SOME DAY!

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Preggo Brain Revisited: Here's an actual conversation I had at the swimming pool, with some of the (still pregnant) aquanatal girls. (And before you acuse me of being mean, I refer you to my Farewell to Braincells post. I am NOT pointing any fingers here. Just stating the funny.)

-Have you seen Rachel, she had a little boy.
-Oh, who's Rachel, I don't remember her...

-Ummm, blonde, due about the same time as me...
-Oh, the one from Slovakia?
-No, that was Sylvia. Rachel was with us that day we went out for lunch.
-Oh, a reall small girl with a ponytail?
-No, that was Zoe. Rachel was the one who said she had to go back to walk her dog.
-Oh, the one with the swollen feet!
-Yes, the one with the swollen feet.
-I remember her now... What was her name?
-Rachel.

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Here's Matilda Sleeping on her Daddy... So sweet.

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