A birthday party, ballet, trips to the park and spending time at home — we’re slowing finding a rhythm that works.
After feeling a little overwhelmed, a trip to Kikki.K and some new stationary has made me feel a little more organised and prepared. I have “To Do” lists, daily activities planned and a monthly calendar of events. Now this, may all be an illusion, but it has cleared my mind a little and hopefully we can find some balance that works. Now if only I could do something about that bottomless laundry basket…
Loving — T2
By nature, I am a coffee lover. I love nothing more than a sitting down at one of our local cafes with a cappuccino, but getting out of the house with two kids isn’t always easy. And along with breastfeeding, I’ve had to cut down on my caffeine in take — hence my latest obsession: Chai.
It’s obviously not the same as coffee, but late in the afternoon or once the kids have gone to bed, I’ve found comfort in a warm cup of Organic Chai.
* How to make the perfect Chai Latte
Owen Henry — Two Months Old
Owen, you’re already two months old and I can already tell you that you are an absolutely sweetheart.
You love nothing more than to be cuddled and then cuddled some more. And it doesn’t matter who doing the cuddling. You love people and are happy for anyone to hold you.
You also always want to be included. When your sister, daddy and I sit down for dinner, you want to be there sitting on our laps. You hate being isolated in your car seat and fuss and cry until we get to where you were going. Eva has quickly learnt that “Owen doesn’t like red lights.”
Like you sister at the same age, you’re big. At your 7-week doctor’s appointment you measured 5.8kg and 61cm and already outgrowing some of your clothes. And you are already so strong. You have been holding your head up without support for a few weeks, but now you can do steadily. I have a feeling we are going to have watch you closely because you are going to roll over and crawl and walk much faster than we expect.
At the same visit you had a round of vaccinations.You cried briefly sobered up almost immediately as if to say, “Oh! Is that it?”
You love new sounds — you react with excited kicks, bright eyes and huge gummy smiles — and your linguist father loves testing out new ones on you. The other day it was apparently various war cries.
Your hair is growing longer with a natural mohawk and your eyes are the most amazing deep blue. I hope your eyes stay this colour, but only time will tell. I know how quickly changes and milestones occur during this first year and that it won’t be long before your rolling over, giggling, sitting up crawling, standing and taking steps, so for now I’m simply enjoying this stage. I’m in no hurry.
The days and the weeks seem to be going by quickly — faster than usual. I guess this is what life is like now that I have two children. And while our days are still filled up with the usual tasks — nap time, meal time, tidying, laundry, rinse and repeat — I’m trying to stop and take the time to remember the small things.
Shopping trips with my cheeky, curious and talkative three-year old whom always insists on sampling a green bean. Creative, dramatic and imaginative play scenarios played out on the coffee table. And nap time snuggles — I only wish I could capture the feeling of watching him drift off to sleep in my arms or feeling his warm tiny body pressed up against my chest.Right now, I’m just focusing on enjoying the small things.
The Good and the Bad and the Awkward
I love this stage — baby coos, gummy smiles and jerky kicks of excitement. Nothing compares to sweet newborn cuddles, when their body is still so tiny they easily curl up in your arms. I love watching him explore, trying to focus his eyes and catching items of interest, which is welcomed with coos.
I love being able to dress a child who doesn’t act like an octopus or have an opinion, which makes the mornings a little easier.
Baby spit up. Eva rarely spat up as a baby, so we were not prepared and often get caught out when Owen randomly spits up on our shoulder. So along with the regular piles of laundry, there ways seems to be more dirty clothes to wash.
The post baby belly. Ugh. When out in public while pushing Owen in the stroller or holding him, I feel I have an excuse. But I feel rather exposed and self conscience when I’m by myself. I wonder at what point does the excuse, “I just had a baby” end? The one thing I know for sure, my body hasn’t bounced back a quickly the second time around.
I had forgotten how messy breastfeeding can be. I’m affectionately known as the milky cow or the leaky cow. Breast pads are a must. And with my forceful letdown, Owen is no stranger to having milk sprayed over his face as I search for a burp cloth!
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