|Snuggle time with Mummy|
|Having a snooze while I feed...|
|...until I'm peacefully fast asleep.|
They are ugly shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, each day I wish I had another pair.
Some day my shoes hurt so bad I don't think I can take another step...
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes,
they are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others' eyes they are glad to wearing their shoes, not mine.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are will make you uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I'm not the only one who wears these shoes. There are many pairs in this world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned ho to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
Nobody deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman,
These shoes have given me the courage to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
Well he wants to be stood up all the time now. Sitting down just doesn't cut the mustard at the moment and he will fuss and wriggle until he's pushed himself to his feet or you've pulled him there. This is making for tired arms for Mummy as I do his balancing for him when he's stood on my lap. He also enjoys being stood on the floor leaning against your legs, or being put against the sofa. As always he is eager to get going.
I don't think baby attempts at jumping will be far away, you know the type where the knees go up and down without the feet leaving the floor! After all he is already a master at bouncing in the jumperoo! Additionally, afew times now, being held stood up he's experimented with moving a foot off the floor and forwards. I won't say its a step, but he's beginning to realise his feet don't have to be glued to the spot.
Elsewhere on the whole discovery of movement thing he is enjoying floor time in a whole different way now he can wriggle somewhere. We're still not quite there with the crawling, although he's desperately trying hard to. He has started to push himself backwards and attempts to commando style crawl by pulling himself forward an inch or so every so often on his arms. He's getting himself around quite a bit now with rolling!
He's not yet pulling himself up to sitting or standing, but he suddenly became such a wriggle bottom and travelling around his cot that we pre-empted the 'making himself sit up' occasion by lowering the cot to middle position. Every time we go into Xander in the night, or in the morning, you can guarantee he is nowhere near where we've previously left him. More often than not he's turned himself around at least 90 degrees and lying across the cot instead of down it! So yes, he's becoming a little mover!How long do you think I have left before we have to put up some stair-gates and baby proof the rest of the house?
|A few hours old - after growing for 36 weeks and 2 days...|
|Today - another 36 weeks and 2 days later!|
|Decorated home garden...|
|Pebbles and candles for Belle|
|Sending a birthday balloon to Belle|
|Blowing out the birthday candles.|
|Raising a glass to Belle|
|Birthday complete with a lantern|
always loved, always missed, always everything.
|For our little girl.|
|Just a few of the stones representing so many babies. |
Anabelle's is at the top, 4th along the left.
- After Anabelle - Raising Rainbows. I'm Caz, Mummy to beautiful angel Belle and my wonderful rainbow boys, Xander, Zachy and Luc. Wife to Jon. Twitter @cazem Instagram @cazzyem
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