At 6 months old, Ada mastered the art of crawling, and - simultaneously - her daddy mastered the art of panicking that all of his babies (by 'babies', I mean the speakers, TV, laptop etc) would be violated at the hands of our curious little human. And thus, Operation Baby Proofing was born. We needed … Continue reading Not your typical baby gate…
A single, sharp pearly white broke through Ada's bottom gum when she was 6 months old. Enter: nipple-biting (deep joy) and the battle-scene that is the tooth-brushing routine. Having bought a standard baby toothbrush and toothpaste, I set about trying to find a way for Ada to let me in to her mouth for long … Continue reading Brushing the baby’s teeth? Easy.
Ada's now mobile, full of energy and into EVERYTHING. Sometimes, we need to take her somewhere where she can crawl, climb, explore and adventure without the chorus of, "No! Don't touch that,"; "Come away from there," and "Don't chew the toilet seat!". Living in the East of Derbyshire, there are 10+ play centres within a … Continue reading The Search for a Decent Play Centre
I love how snuggly babies look in pushchairs during these piercingly chilly, wet and windy months. Foot muffs just look like the cosiest thing on the planet to be sat in on a bitter winter's day. Ada - who is approaching the ripe old age of 9 months - can be seen trawling the streets … Continue reading Get on the BundleBean Scene
Baby-led weaning is all hunky-dory: watching my 8 month-old, chubby mini-human tackling new foods; seeing how independent she is when it comes to feeding herself; and appreciating the wipe-clean floors and walls in our dining room. All hunky-dory, that is, until Ada is presented with a food that no amount of pincer gripping, hand clenching … Continue reading I can’t believe I’m writing about a spoon…
Well, we definitely didn't reach reach the six-month mark that all the baby bumf (that I so eagerly read) recommends a baby should bunk-up with its parents for. At four months old, Ada was evicted out of mummy and daddy's room, and checked in to her new cot*. She clearly didn't know the difference and … Continue reading Let’s all just chill out and alarm the baby’s cot.
If Janet the Cat was able to dish out high fives, she definitely would have given me one last week as I bundled her into her carrier and took her to the cattery (AKA: The Respite Centre for Felines Harassed by Crawling Babies). For one week only, Ada's favourite sport - Racing Janet to the … Continue reading Poo roulette: flying with a baby.
