Hi folks, hope everyone's ok, having a bit of a shit time of it with the dad thing, could do with two weeks in Barbados!
tasha, how is ds2? was the lump his glands? congrats on your essay score, that's really good!
helibee, what I write here is what I give him, not what he eats! Most of his food is now being dropped on the floor, as he's at that stage. This mornings toast and banana was completely rejected, but a pot of summer fruits puree was devoured with lots of "mmm"s and no complaints about being spoonfed! He's unpredictable.
The throwing thing is really frustrating but I'm trying to remember he's doing it for a reason (to learn that things come back) and not get annoyed with him. I feel like I spend all day picking up toys and bits of food, only for him to accept them gratefully and fling them straight back on the floor! gah
The travelcot is a godsend, I have it set up in the livingroom. The slightly slippery base means he can move about quite easily and reach his toys which can't get away! He'll happily spend half an hour chasing his toys around safely, and it's improving his movement a lot, right now he's in there getting up on his hands and knees, but he can't move like that yet. He usually creeps backwards on his tummy!
He can sit up but we still have pillows all round him. He can roll onto his front, and occasionally from his front onto his back. Still no talking, he's adopted a fake laugh at the moment while he thinks is terribly witty. It's quite cutting when you pull a funny face and he goes "haha, ahaha." and stops dead, no smile. I can see he's going to be as sarcastic as his father!