Morning all.
KFF the waking a couple of minutes before the baby does - having had ample opportunity to listen to her waking up process (stupid insomnia!) I have realised what wakes me is the initial cry, and there's often a few minutes before she makes another sound. But that first cry, when I hear it, I actually feel a tug in my stomach. That, I think, is what wakes me. Which is annoying, because it means you wake up in the night, it's all quiet, you want to go back to sleep, but you know the baby's about to start shouting.
something that sucks. Cheeky bastard sellers! Reckon they just wanted an extra day to move and so gave you any old excuse?
peanut your friends at baby group with awesomely sleeping babies? I bet you anything some of them are lying because if they tell the truth it'll all spill out and they'll crack up. Good sleep's relative with babies anyway. All you can do is plod through it, and remember it'll end eventually. As for settling without a feed, I dunno, this one's caused us some trouble at times too. But we tend to view it as if she's having a decent amount of milk then she must've needed it. Dummies help too, we could often hold off on feeding her for an hour or two with that, with the vague idea that she'd then learn to go longer.
Eig how's your dad doing? Re weaning mess, you probably know this already but we gave up on bibs and tie a muslin round DD's neck instead. Works a treat, except for when I forget to roll her sleeves up and they end up orange. It does mean all our muslins are horrifically stained now, but I figure that's less of an issue than all of her clothes being horrifically stained.
All goes well here, and we have survived another visit from the Shirebrook Posse. Why MIL feels the need to bring us groceries (and tea towels, wtf?) I have no idea, but I'm not complaining. We had a discussion about pink and sparkly clothes, and it appears she doesn't agree with me, but respects my decision. Does this mean I win the MIL contest? Have yet to have any AIBU-worthy issues with her.
We went for a meal in the usual restaurant, and there were quite a few babies in. One looked only a couple of months older than ours, sitting in a high chair, with a bit of everything from its parents' plates in front of it. Looked like it was having a whale of a time! DD made do with a bit of bread, some bacon, a tomato, and half the tiny biscuit you get with your coffee.
Most fun weaning moment so far: every night while we eat tea, DD is in the doorway bouncer, vulturising. I usually save her a little of what I'm having, and break it up into very small pieces for her (not exactly blw but she likes it so meh). The other day we had pork steak. One taste, and I've never seen such an enormous grin on her face. She was so happy she bounced around a full 360 degrees, grinning like a loon throughout.