Hello folks! Ooh it's been quite quiet on here over the weekend, shows me just how much I talk!
Hope you all had a nice weekend, we went visiting dp's friends and family in the valleys, it was mostly fun. James saw his first fireworks display in the back garden, I held my hands over his ears and he didn't cry, although the very last firework was about ten times louder than any of the others and he looked a bit scared so I took him in. Seemed to like watching the fireworks though, shame about the bangs!
I told mil we would be doing baby led weaning, she said ok (she was in the middle of giving me a mini-blender) but looked very skeptical, which is fair enough. I assured her if it didn't work I'd spoonfeed him. It must be hard sitting by watching me do things differently to how she brought up her kids, but she'll just have to have faith! I know this lil piggy won't have any problem with blw, he's tried a few different tastes now and has no fear.
Tasha, your ds3 is so cute and fragile looking, I just want to cuddle him! I remember when James was so dinky. Is he eating any better with his cleft palate/reflux now? Hope you got some help with it. He's adorable.
As for sleep, well James didn't trouble me til 6am, but dp who has manflu had decided he was having a day off work. He's supposed to be in work for 8am, so for 2 1/2 hours I was trying to rouse dp and saying "you have to call work and let them know you'll be off" and he either ignored me, or said "in a minute" or "I've already done it" (He hadn't. He sleep-lies)
So at 8.45am I lost it and shouted at him to phone his bloody work. He did, and then asked why I was losing my rag so I explained that it's no fun being expected to do all the baby's night feeds AND having to stay awake to wake dp up or else I'll be in trouble. At this point James needed a feed, a nappy change and a new vest, so I said "can you feed him? I've been up for 3 hours" so dp goes nuts and snatches the bottle off me narrowly missing James as he lunged for it across the bed. I was really angry, so ended up feeding him myself and being accused of being a drama queen who deserved an oscar for crying. (I'm supposed to stay calm and happy no matter how little sleep I get and how much he's an utter arsehole)
He's still sleeping now, I'll get accused of being even more of a drama queen when he comes down and I haven't forgotten it immediately...
Bah. Anyway, in other, better news, I may have secured some commissions for artwork from a couple of ladies off MN, so if they come to fruition the money will come in handy for christmas. Quite chuffed!