Good afternoon!
We are back from holiday - nice walking up in Lancs, Cheshire and Cumbria with surprisingly little rain soaking, a very light attack of something that might have been swine flu, a disappointing amount of pelvic pain and a determination to get some physio and get fit.
Sorry to hear you are not healed, Boff and great minds think alike in terms of making a plan.
V is so mature compared to when she went away - I took away an unpredictable squalling baby and calm back with a mellow, communicative, routined little girl. I feel as if I really have a relationship with this little person who has favourite songs and can soothe herself to sleep in the day! She is having her 12 week jabs (two weeks late) this afternoon so I hope they don't upset her calm temperament.
We had some very exciting poo disasters while we were away - I was experimenting with a non-micro-management approach with getting DP to do things like pack up the nappy bag, so one day when we pretty much had to strip her down and hose her off she was re-dressed in a nappy, a cardigan, and a pair of my clean socks that were tucked into my walking boots in the car. Fortunately the only shop within 20 miles bizarrely had a second-hand bag of the right size baby clothes for £2.
Schulte, how is H now?
I am not ready to think about weaning at all - although M out of L has wanted to give her juice and rusks and all sorts for ages. V watches me eat like a tennis match - I can almost convince myself she wants a taste. I have promised her she can have a banana on 27 October. The way she is growing up I fully expect her to wake up on that day, trot over to the calendar and check the date and then say "mummy, can I have my banana now?"