I'm rubbish, fallen off already. I'll try a quick catchup, but I'm not sure who to.
Happy Birthday to B, E & A, and C (going through the alphabet.) I can't believe a year has passed so quickly.
We're going with minimal birthday presents. Money is very tight as I packed in one of my jobs, and then was told I'd been taken of the bank rota until I update all my training...not happy! Grandparents will spoil him though, and he's quite happy playing with DD's stuff, much to her annoyance at times. We're buying a few cars though, just so he has some typical boy things. His absolute favourite things to play with are: keyboard, mouse, phone, laptop, hoover, sweeping brush, washer & dryer. So I'm a bit stumped for ideas really... The washer is on its last legs. :)
DD still has bedtime milk, she's 5. Although more often than not now it's bedtime milkshake, and sometimes hot chocolate. :)
S has given up daytime feeds mostly. DH gave him a few bottles when I returned to work, but S wasn't impressed. He generally feeds now at 7pm, 11pm, 3am and 6am. I will give him a feed during the day if I'm home to get him to sleep, but not every day.
I chickened out of putting S in his own room. We had a terrible night and were just too tired to do it, and he's had 3 pretty good nights since then. He's got about 4 teeth coming through together, he has 7 already, but even his molar area looks sore. He's dribbling loads and he's had a really sore and itchy neck and chin for weeks. Daytime he's okay, but at night it really bothers him.
I don't think DH really wanted to give up his computer room just yet either, so we'll keep co-sleeping for a few more weeks.
No walking here unless holding on. This weekend he's got really keen to walk holding my hands though and he'll stand for a couple of seconds. He was walking round the park at the local carnival. Barefoot though.... I really should buy him some shoes!
Got a difficult week ahead I suspect. I've got a scan on my eye on Tuesday as I have a bulge apparently and they're not sure why. Also a few months ago DH finally admitted his depression was back, he's suffered for years, but DD was the best thing to happen to him. I hoped once I was back at work he'd pick himself up again, but he hasn't and last week he had a panic attack. It's been really affecting family life, so we has a serious chat and he's agreed to go to the GP, and I've got permission to take him and kick him up the bum. Normally I tread very softly, but I can't do it anymore, it's doing none of us any good. I'm dreading it just as much as he is.