Month: May 2006

A headline from yesterday’s Times ‘Style’ all about letting children get on with their own entertainment rather than feeling obliged to stimulate them all the time. I worry that I don’t play with Will enough one on one, but then again trying to do that over a long period of time is a) exhausting and b) impossible.

Talking to the girls this afternoon they all leave their children to do their own thing and that way they get time to do whatever they need to, and the kids learn to keep themselves amused. Must let Will play for longer on his own I think, at the moment I have very little time to myself in the day and if I’m honest he’s usually fine left to his own devices. Having said that, I’m sure he talks more than most because I do spend so much time singing and and chatting to him so it does make a difference.

God I was glad to get out of the house for tea today. It’s been hideous here – rainy, miserable and cold. It’s enough to make you go stir crazy, especially as you know it should be sunny!

William is definitely trying to roll! It’s hilarious to watch him trying to figure out how the hell to do it; arms and legs flailing in the direction he’s trying to go. We thought he’d naturally roll to the left, which is his favourite, but actually it’s the right. I guess it’s because of the shape of his head – once he reaches critical mass to the right and the head turns, the rest of his body follows!

It’s early days and so far he can only get half way round, but he’s on his way. Now he just needs to figure out what to do when he gets there (at the moment it’s a case of ramming both fists in his mouth and bellowing until I turn him back over….).

It is our neverending NIGHTMARE. Last night because Will was poorly I let him off wearing a scratch mitt on his left hand so he could suck his thumb. Big mistake. This morning we found him scratched raw on that cheek, blood all over the sheets and half his face under his fingernails. It was devastating. Just when we think we’ve got things under control something like this happens. Have spent the day slathering him in Sudocreme which seems to have done some good, but it’s scratch mitts at night no matter what from now on.

A rubbish title, but hard to think of anything vaguely positive when faced with possible redundancy! One job, 4 candidates…Mr Lewis’ search for an apprentice continues. Who knows what the future holds, it’s out of my hands so just a question of sitting tight and seeing what happens. In the meantime I’m going to try not to worry about it, and concentrate on enjoying the Summer with Will.

To cheer myself up I went for a radical haircut with the fragrant Vernon at Cutting Line today. As soon as I stopped breastfeeding all my lovely lustrous locks fell out and I went back to stringy old Lou. However I am pleased to say that, for the first time in my life, I’ve actually managed to get a decent haircut in Newbury and feel much, much better for it.

Unfortunately I came home to find Eddie cuddling a very unhappy, sniffly Will who was running a temperature and generally feeling grotty. We gave him some Calpol and the poor little mite fell asleep on me for the next 2 hours (leaving me forced to watch the Cup Final, which fortunately turned out to be quite entertaining for a change). He was much brighter when he woke up thank God, and is now having supper with Daddy before bed. It remains to be seen whether he’ll go to sleep or not after such a long nap, but I don’t care, I’m too relieved he’s OK.

Tomorrow Eddie’s off to the States until next Saturday so it’s going to be a lonely time for Will and I. I’m just praying I don’t go down with his cold like I did last time when it took me nearly 3 weeks to shake it off 😦

It’s a big day tomorrow – my first visit to work without Will for a big reorg meeting that Simon’s called, and the first time I’ve left Will with his Grandpa for an entire morning. The most Father’s done so far has been to babysit while we went to Kerrie’s wedding, but obviously in the daytime it’s a bit different.

Note to self; he’s raised 3 children and is very good with Will so there is NO. NEED. TO. WORRY.

At this stage I’m actually more stressed about getting everything ready, dropping Will off at the shop and making it back to work in time for the start of the meeting at 08.30. At least my suit still fits. Just.

William has just started to laugh – it doesn’t come easily, you have to work for it, but if you’re funny enough the laughter comes and he hitches in his breath and finds you absolutely hilarious. Today it was Eskimo kisses (rubbing noses to you and me) which cracked him up. It’s the most wonderful sound, Eddie and I can’t stop laughing when he goes off on one. Wish I could get a picture, but everytime I lift the camera he stops and wonders why on Earth I’m pointing the damn thing at him yet again.

Great excitement over the past few days as William has finally discovered his thumb (clearly his Mother’s son), and has that permanently jammed in his mouth now, as opposed to the whole hand. It does make life a little tricky though, yesterday he even swam a width whilst sucking his thumb – no mean feat!

Rasberries are the other new, fun thing to try, although they’re not ‘proper’ ones. Will just shuts his lips very tight and blows through them, whilst going puce in the face….

In the meantime the formula has worked its magic and he’s now a whopping 12lbs, his skin is peachy and I seem to have escaped relatively unscathed in the Spaniel’s Ears department. All this time and worry….. and the only thing he was allergic to – was me.