So today hasn’t started out well…
First, Little One decided to puke down my top. No big deal, puke is a daily occurrence. But then, he decided that after two days he was finally going to poop…that is, he was going to poop all over his grower, down his legs to his feet, up his back and even down his arms (Don’t even ask!). To make matters worse, his grower only had poppers at the bottom which meant smearing further poop onto him trying to get it off ????.
But, it doesn’t stop there…So after a failed attempt to remove said poop, I decide that Little One is going to need a bath. Off I go in a fluster to fill the bath with Little One happily playing in the nuddy, when from the corner of my eye I see a fountain of pee….somebody forgot to cover the tiddler! All I could do was laugh. A crazy, manic laugh.
Needless to say, today was a learning curve.
Here are 5 other things I’ve learned this week:
Black is not a sensible colour when you have a baby
Yesterday, I decided to wear a black top to go out in. I soon realised this was a terrible idea when my top was soon decorated by baby snot, spilt milk and the odd puke up. Next time, I’ll stick to a top that offers better camouflage!
A box is a great toy for a baby
Who knew that a box would provide so much fun? The toys didn’t get a look in…well they did, but they were put in the box and then taken out of the box and then back in the box and then…well you get the point.
I sing far too much and I’m starting to drive myself insane
I’ve always told people that it would be great if my whole life was a musical so I could sing through the sadness and dance through the joy. Since having Toby, my life has become a musical! I just can’t seem to complete a task without singing about it. My personal favourites are ‘Jumperoo Jumperoo’ to the tune of Jump Around – House of Pain, and ‘Making Milk’ to the tune of Change Your Mind – ABBA. We also like a little bit of ‘Let it Go’ to assist with winding. If that wasn’t bad enough, I like to make up my own songs and add on extra verses to nursery rhymes.
Postpartum hormone changes last much longer than people tell you
I am still waiting for my nails to stop snapping and my hair to stop falling out. My once thick hair is now being found in all corners of the house. We’re not talking a few strands, we’re talking hair balls! Here’s an example of one hair styling session:
At this rate, I’ll be bald by Xmas!
My child likes to head butt his reflection
What started as a cute session admiring ourselves in mirror suddenly turned into some crazy head butting session. One minute we’re smiling at our reflection and the next we’re face planting the mirror! I’m not sure if this is some developmental stage or if my child is just strange but it’s certainly worrying! (Disclaimer: He isn’t actually head butting the mirror in this photo. I’m not that cruel ????)
– Tee ????
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