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.
Adorning a corner of our living room is a collection of toys of various shapes and sizes that I thought would be super-appealing to our baby. Well, they are - to an extent. Yet as soon as Janet the Cat saunters past, or the remote control is in view, or - you know - she … Continue reading Toys? The baby likes remotes, feet, the cat and anything else ‘non-baby’.
Whoever came up with the idea of a 'Tidy Tot' needs a pat on the back and a Chocolate Orange. After a month of getting way too familiar with our dining room floor, cleaning up the palette of various food items pebble-dashed all over it by my 6 month-old, I was excited to find out … Continue reading Game. Changer.
What I pictured when I first considered swimming lessons for newborn Ada: a chaotic pool-full of screaming babies; parents awkwardly holding on to their semi-buoyant, slippery mini-me, trying to keep their chubby little faces afloat; a pod of babies bobbing up and down in swim rings as their parents make swimming gestures beside them … Continue reading Why I’ve come to terms with spending a small fortune on swimming lessons for a person the size of my cat.