This blog has definitely had to take a back seat to everything else. It's really sad that I can't keep up with it, but that's life.
Speaking of life, it's great. I'm so loving being a Mummy to 3 gorgeous boys. As this is Oscar's blog, I will talk about him, and just give a general update.
He is doing amazingly well and is a big chunk of a boy. He is rather chubby but it's very cute. He wears 6-9 month clothes and 9-12 month vests and grows.
He is a very happy boy and is known as the smiley baby. He really is quite content most of the time but when he isn't, he certainly lets you know. He definitely has a temper and shouts at me all the time.
He has learnt how to kiss, which is the cutest thing, and has been practicing crawling on all 4s. He has done about 3 shuffles in a row so I don't think it will be long now before he is steaming across the room. He is currently doing the commando style the same way Leo did.
He is sitting up, and falls down, into a roll, so doesn't actually bump himself anymore.
He has 6 teeth and can drink really, really well from a sippy cup. I just gave it to him and he picked it straight up and sucked the water out. The other 2 took months, literally, to work that out.
The weaning is still hit and miss and he prefers fruit over vegetables. I really need to sort out some meals for him though. He is eating home cooked food 99% of the time but occasionally I've tried a packet, when I'm out and about. He doesn't like them though so I end up topping him up with milk.
I'm still feeding him myself about 6 small feeds a day, which is too many. It should be about 4 by now. At this stage with the other 2, I think (not too sure) they were having one to two bottles of formula a day. I would have to check that fact as I know I went away when Ellis was 8 months old and Rob had enough expressed milk to last him the weekend, so maybe I'm wrong about it.
I really can't wait to stop feeding. I want to burn my nursing bras and do a jig in my padded, underwired, t-shirt bra. I hate having my jewellery pulled, hair pulled, pinched, scratched, nibbled, bit, and prodded. I will miss that closeness, but that only happens at the quiet feeds at night. Talking of night, I haven't had a full nights sleep, since forever! It feels that way anyway. Leo wakes, every night, without fail, at least once and Oscar does too. I'm ashamed to admit though that he is still in our room, even though we moved Leo out of his room a few weeks ago now. I just can't bring myself to do it. It seems so final. I think he would sleep better though (wishful thinking) and I know I would enjoy having my room back, for sorting, using laptop in bed, having a read, maybe sex every blue moon! Bit too much information I'm sure.
I really need to get serious about getting my post baby body back into some sort of better shape. My gut is still huge and I still look pregnant! I'm still holding a lot of fat on my arse and thighs and they are need of some serious toning. First I need to lose the fat though. My weight has been going up and down a bit and I weighed the other day at 12st 2lbs but I'm sure I've gone up again since then. Curry and lager will do that. I can't stop eating either, snacking all day and still enjoying biscuits, cake, and chocolate. I never used to be like that. I keep putting the diet off until after I've stopped feeding.
I bit the bullet and started to sell everything. Well started to attempt to anyway. Everything is going. All maternity clothes, 99% of baby clothes, nursing pillow, birthing ball, bedding, steriliser, breast pump, car seat and travel system. I will keep the crib for a while but a friend is borrowing that anyway so I may change my mind. I've kept the play mat too so that friends with babies can put them on it when they come round. Poor excuse I know but I'm sticking with it. It's very sad, but most of it is rather used now anyway so new would be better if it was to happen again, which I really don't think it will. To deal with it, I haven't been thinking about it as a reality, more like it might happen one day. Eventually enough time will pass and things will change at home to stop me thinking about it. I'm so very lucky to have my 3 happy, healthy boys. I could burst sometimes when I look at them. It's such a lush feeling.
It's late again and I've got nothing done, apart from eBay some items so I'm off.
