14 Months Old

Still enjoying her food!

Still enjoying her food!

Alexandra turns 14 months old tomorrow, which really doesn’t seem that far away from 18 months which then turns into two and then she’ll be at school and then basically she’ll be 40 with a mortgage and 2.4 kids next time we blink.

This month, Alexandra has spent most of her time: walking, walking, walking. She basically doesn’t crawl anywhere now and it’s almost turning into a run (the kind of run you may have seen a friend do when they’re absolutely howling drunk at 4am in the morning outside a chip shop). Tooth-wise, we still have two and a half with the second of the top two looking like it may arrive at any time (although knowing how long the previous three made us wait, she’ll probably be five by the time it does).

She’s interacting a lot more with her cousin Zachary – they love each other! And generally she’s being more loving to people. She’ll sometimes give people a kiss (ie sloppy open mouth dribbly head bash) without them even asking. Alex has started saying yes and no in response to questions – and shaking her head sometimes – so we think she’s grasped the concept of those words. She climbs the stairs confidently on all fours and her favourite hobby is ransacking. Leave her alone for just a second and she’ll fish something out of somewhere you didn’t know she could reach (she’s also terrible for climbing!) and present it to you proudly.

Basically she’s turned into a very cheeky, very active toddler. Definitely not a little baby anymore!

Harriet and Alexandra x

The Hardest Little Button To Button

She's laughing at how long it took me to do the buttons and poppers on this outfit.

She’s laughing at how long it took me to do the buttons and poppers on this outfit.

In life, you know certain things are going to be easy and others will be oh-so-hard. You’re pretty sure before you enter into it that motherhood will fall firmly into the latter camp. Keeping your baby alive, getting them to sleep, wheeling a pram on and off a bus – all things I knew would be ridiculously difficult. However, there have been some hidden gems, some things I really didn’t even consider BA (Before Alexandra).

Credit to myself for the blogpost title. Pah.

Cutting their nails –
Seriously?! Take one squirming child who can’t keep still for longer than a second, a sharp implement and a teeny, tiny, minuscule nail which needs chopping just a millimetre shorter to stop them getting all Edward Scissorhands and making their own face look like Halloween.
How is this meant to work without at least one finger amputation?
Keeping bibs clean:
I thought I was doing a pretty good job with clothes. She has something clean on every day. Aside from the odd poonami after which we’ve bid goodbye and farewell to a vest, we haven’t had too many clothes casualties. Now she’s weaning though, game over.
Most baby food is brightly coloured. Most bibs (ones we own anyway) are pastel shades. See what’s gone wrong here? I may just give up and dye them all orange, they’re halfway there anyway.
Buttons:
Since somewhere around the mid 90s I’ve been managing to dress myself quite successfully most days. Fast forward to now and I find myself spending a good proportion of my day attempting to fasten tiny buttons and do up a ridiculous number of poppers.
I have a theory whoever designed baby clothes was a man who’d never seen a baby before. Some of them are like the final challenge on The Cube.
Dummy weaning:
Alexandra goes to sleep every night without fail without her dummy in her mouth. She can sleep for a good ten hours without it. However any time she wakes in the night or whenever she gets tired in the day, suddenly she needs that dummy like she’s never needed anything before. I know I could probably get her off it if I tried harder, but seriously – constant whining or instant quiet (she normally falls asleep within seconds of the dummy going in). Sometimes it’s better just to go along with something for the easy life.
There’s probably plenty more I haven’t included, if you’re dying to share anything with me do comment below or find me on social media or shout at me in the street.
Harriet and Alexandra x

Expectation V Reality

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Expectation:
Sleep when the baby sleeps.
Reality:
For the first couple of weeks – stare at the baby while the baby sleeps.
For the next couple of months – attempt to get life in order while baby sleeps, eat, shower, wash up, prepare dinners for the rest of the week,┬áthink about brushing your hair.
After that – binge watch RuPaul’s Drag Race.

Expectation:
They’ll be sleeping through the night in no time.
Reality:
Baby’s a bit quiet, do you think we should check on her?
It’s 2am. Everyone else is asleep. I’m just going to have a think about all the possible horrendous things that could happen in life.
Never stop worrying again.
Expectation:
Wow I can make this baby look really cute in tiny outfits.
Reality:
Fighting with fucking tiny buttons all the time.
Sick. Sick everywhere.
Poo explosions.
Expectation:
They won’t have a favourite until they’re at least at school.
Reality:
Daddy daddy daddy.
Sorry who are you?
Expectation:
Take the baby everywhere with you and they can fit into your life seamlessly.
Reality:
Take the baby and ten tonnes of paraphernalia with you.
Take them places and end up talking solely about the baby. Talk only about┬áthe baby even when you don’t take them.
Only get invited to places because you’re bringing the baby.
Expectation:
This will be a challenge.
Reality:
The hardest thing you’ve ever done. But also the best.
Harriet and Alexandra x

Stranger Danger

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One thing I’ve found hugely different when out and about since having a child (apart from obviously taking said child and all of her supplies everywhere with me) has been how often strangers talk to me. Being a former journalist I’m pretty used to going up to complete randoms and striking up a conversation, but only ever when I’m being paid to do it. At all other times I find it a little weird when people approach you and begin chatting like you’re besties.

But now Alexandra exists I’m having to get my head around the fact I’m everybody’s mate. Or more accurately the mother of Mrs Popular who has to answer on her behalf. Every single person I see wants to engage us in conversation. I factor time into my day to talk to strangers. I’m considering getting cards printed up with information on them, maybe even a T-shirt for one or both of us to wear. Yes she’s a girl (head to toe in pink is never a good enough giveaway), she’s five months, yes aren’t they lovely at this age, yes aren’t they lovely when they’re sleeping, yes she is cute isn’t she (pats self on back if stranger isn’t already doing so).

Weirder than this, I find myself conducting conversations with these people where I pretend to be Alex. ‘Say hello to the nice lady Alexandra. Hi!’ *waves baby’s hand at the same time* this is the complete opposite to what I’ll be advising her to do when approached by anyone when she can actually talk!

Harriet and Alexandra x