It amazes me how much kids learn in their early years. I thought I'd share with you some of the cute/fun things Josiah has been learning.
He gives great hugs now and sometimes when you go to kiss him he puts his hands either side of your face. I like to think it's to pull me in for a good smooch but I know it's probably more to do with his love of touching people's faces. He loves to stroke his daddy's beard and pull my hair and grab noses. (We've been teaching him that noses make a honking sound - tee hee!)
He's developed massive curiosity about the world around him and is very alert. This makes feeding him a challenge as now he plays with my clothes, pulls away to chat or tries to hang upside down to look at/reach things behind him. It seems like only a few weeks ago that Josiah was reliant on us to hand him things to look at and he could barely hold them. Now he can reach out and grab whatever interests him, hold it with both hands and even pass items from one hand to another. He's still at the stage where his main method of examining things is to put them in his mouth. In the last 24 hours the following items have ended up in Josiah's mouth: a windmill, a plastic flower, several empty food wrappers, the baby monitor, my phone, a cereal bowl, my nectar card and some junk mail from a credit card company. Josh made the mistake of trying to text with Josiah on his lap the other day. Without hesitation these two little hands firmly gripped either side of the phone and put it straight in his mouth.
All I can say is heaven help us when he learns to crawl - nothing will be safe from being eaten!
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Josiah's Diary - February 10th
One of my favourite things to do is put stuff in my mouth. I love chewing, sucking, licking. I'll put anything in my mouth - toys, my teddy, my blanket and sometimes mummy even lets me put some of her food in my mouth. My favourite thing is to suck my thumb but daddy keeps trying to stop me.
Now I have come up with a way to fool him. I put my sleeve or a muslin over my hand and then suck my thumb. That way daddy doesn't know which finger I'm sucking. I may only be five months old but already I can out smart my parents!
Now I have come up with a way to fool him. I put my sleeve or a muslin over my hand and then suck my thumb. That way daddy doesn't know which finger I'm sucking. I may only be five months old but already I can out smart my parents!
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Josiah's Diary - February 9th
Yesterday was the best day ever!
I went to bed as usual and then a while later mummy came into my room, turned the light on and got me out of bed. She never turns the light on at night time - not even when I have my nappy changed. I was so confused as she took me downstairs and put me in the car seat. Just then daddy came through the front door (I didn't even know he'd left the house) and picked me up and we all got in someone's car. It was super dark outside and lights flashed past as we drove. I sat and stared at mummy and daddy most of the journey waiting for them to give me any clues where we were going.
Finally we arrived and walked into a nice warm house full of plenty of grown ups to give me attention. It was Lizzie's birthday party but when I arrived I was the centre of attention. The best thing was that some of my new friends from our holiday with the student group were there. It was good to see them again and play together. Tom pulls the funniest faces and made me laugh lots.
I got plenty of cuddles with the birthday girl and she showed me round her house and let me sit on her lap and everything.
There was lots of party food and mummy let me try some of her strawberries. They tasted good but were annoyingly slippery!
I met a real life dog. She was much bigger than my cuddly doggy at home. All the grown ups kept touching her so I thought I'd give it a go. She felt soft and furry and had a wet nose. Suddenly she licked my face. The grown ups told her off for doing that but I didn't really mind - it was just a little unexpected.
I had lots of fun but eventually I got tired and wanted to go home so I yelled at mummy and daddy to make my wishes known. I must have fallen asleep pretty much as soon as we got in the car as the next thing I remember was waking up at home as mummy lifted me out of the car seat. When she picked me up I thought to myself "more playtime? Amazing! This is the best day ever". But it wasn't playtime, it was bed time - time to sleep and dream of my exciting evening.
I went to bed as usual and then a while later mummy came into my room, turned the light on and got me out of bed. She never turns the light on at night time - not even when I have my nappy changed. I was so confused as she took me downstairs and put me in the car seat. Just then daddy came through the front door (I didn't even know he'd left the house) and picked me up and we all got in someone's car. It was super dark outside and lights flashed past as we drove. I sat and stared at mummy and daddy most of the journey waiting for them to give me any clues where we were going.
Finally we arrived and walked into a nice warm house full of plenty of grown ups to give me attention. It was Lizzie's birthday party but when I arrived I was the centre of attention. The best thing was that some of my new friends from our holiday with the student group were there. It was good to see them again and play together. Tom pulls the funniest faces and made me laugh lots.
I got plenty of cuddles with the birthday girl and she showed me round her house and let me sit on her lap and everything.
There was lots of party food and mummy let me try some of her strawberries. They tasted good but were annoyingly slippery!
I met a real life dog. She was much bigger than my cuddly doggy at home. All the grown ups kept touching her so I thought I'd give it a go. She felt soft and furry and had a wet nose. Suddenly she licked my face. The grown ups told her off for doing that but I didn't really mind - it was just a little unexpected.
I had lots of fun but eventually I got tired and wanted to go home so I yelled at mummy and daddy to make my wishes known. I must have fallen asleep pretty much as soon as we got in the car as the next thing I remember was waking up at home as mummy lifted me out of the car seat. When she picked me up I thought to myself "more playtime? Amazing! This is the best day ever". But it wasn't playtime, it was bed time - time to sleep and dream of my exciting evening.
Monday, February 04, 2013
The Adventure Begins
For weeks and weeks now Josiah has been showing a lot of interest in food. He sits and watches intently as we eat, his eyes following every mouthful from plate to mouth (it's kinda off putting!). Sometimes if he's sat on my lap while I eat he starts leaning towards my food. This week that leaning developed into little hands reaching out to grab. The first thing he tried to grab was my carrot cake at play group so there was no way I was sharing that - partly because it's not good for him but mostly because I don't share cake!
I had always imagined that weaning would involve a lot of purees but now the time has come it seems to make more sense to give Josiah real food. Think about it - his reason for reaching for food isn't hunger, it's curiosity. As a friend told me recently "food before one is just for fun". So what if he doesn't swallow any of it. He's still getting all he needs from breast milk so there's no need to try to cram puree down his throat. It's just about letting him have fun exploring textures and tastes and taking time to develop the skills he needs to feed himself. If you are interested to know more about this baby led weaning style check out this link - I found it really helpful.
This weekend we went away with the student group from church and as Josiah sat on my lap during a coffee and cake break he started reaching for my food again. So I decided to swap my cake for an apple and see if he still wanted to share. I cut the apple into some wedges and began to eat. Sure enough a chubby little hand reached out to grab a bit. So I handed him a wedge and watched to see what would happen. He gripped it tightly and happily sucked on it. But then I got scared he was gonna put the whole thing in his mouth and choke so I took it away from him.
Then he cried.
I gave him another chunkier wedge and he went back to sucking. Then, to my surprise, he began chomping on it. There were definate gum indentations on it by the time he was done!
Another time he tried banana. He found it harder to grip the chunk I gave him as it wasn't 'chip shaped'. He can't eat food inside his fist yet so he came up with his own method for eating banana - squidge it in your hand and suck it off your fingers......yummy.
So the result of our food experimenting so far is as follows:
Food swallowed = zero
Lessons learned = plenty! Gripping food, putting food in mouth, chewing, squishing, trying new flavours and textures.
I still have plenty of questions about how to do this whole weaning thing and what he is and isn't allowed but looking forward to helping Josiah on his food adventure. I would love to hear from other parents about their experience of baby led weaning - any tips would be greatly appreciated.
I had always imagined that weaning would involve a lot of purees but now the time has come it seems to make more sense to give Josiah real food. Think about it - his reason for reaching for food isn't hunger, it's curiosity. As a friend told me recently "food before one is just for fun". So what if he doesn't swallow any of it. He's still getting all he needs from breast milk so there's no need to try to cram puree down his throat. It's just about letting him have fun exploring textures and tastes and taking time to develop the skills he needs to feed himself. If you are interested to know more about this baby led weaning style check out this link - I found it really helpful.
This weekend we went away with the student group from church and as Josiah sat on my lap during a coffee and cake break he started reaching for my food again. So I decided to swap my cake for an apple and see if he still wanted to share. I cut the apple into some wedges and began to eat. Sure enough a chubby little hand reached out to grab a bit. So I handed him a wedge and watched to see what would happen. He gripped it tightly and happily sucked on it. But then I got scared he was gonna put the whole thing in his mouth and choke so I took it away from him.
Then he cried.
I gave him another chunkier wedge and he went back to sucking. Then, to my surprise, he began chomping on it. There were definate gum indentations on it by the time he was done!
Another time he tried banana. He found it harder to grip the chunk I gave him as it wasn't 'chip shaped'. He can't eat food inside his fist yet so he came up with his own method for eating banana - squidge it in your hand and suck it off your fingers......yummy.
So the result of our food experimenting so far is as follows:
Food swallowed = zero
Lessons learned = plenty! Gripping food, putting food in mouth, chewing, squishing, trying new flavours and textures.
I still have plenty of questions about how to do this whole weaning thing and what he is and isn't allowed but looking forward to helping Josiah on his food adventure. I would love to hear from other parents about their experience of baby led weaning - any tips would be greatly appreciated.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
We are all women of valour
Today I read this great article about celebrating what we do as women instead of beating ourselves up over not being superwoman. Have a read and I hope you will be encouraged woman of valour:
Okay, I’ll admit it. I never loved the Proverbs 31 Woman.
Actually, that may be an understatement. Truth be told, I secretly hated her.
The subject of a twenty-two line acrostic poem found in the last chapter of the book of Proverbs, the “wife of noble character” is cited at nearly every Christian women’s conference as the ideal to which all godly women must strive. The bad news for the domestically-challenged among us is that the life of the Proverbs 31 woman is like a Pinterest board come to life: She rises before dawn each day, provides exotic food for her children, runs a profitable textile business, invests in real estate, cares for the poor, spends hours at the loom making clothes and coverings for her bed, and crafts holiday wreaths out of coffee filters. (Okay, so that last one was straight from Pinterest, but you get the idea.)
Growing up in the Church, I sat through many a sermon explaining how domestic exploits like these represented the essence of true womanhood, and over time, I began to see myself as less-than, falling short of God’s ideal each time I turned to Sara Lee for dessert or called my mom to help me hem my own slacks.
So when I decided to commit one year of my life to studying (and at times, practicing) everything the Bible says about women as part of my “Year of Biblical Womanhood,” I knew I’d have to come face-to-face with the Proverbs 31 Woman in a way I hadn’t before.
I started by attempting to turn the poem into a to-do list, which resulted in a 16-item list that included everything from lifting weights each morning (“she girds herself with strength and makes her arms strong”), to making a purple dress to wear (“she makes coverings for herself; her clothing is fine linen and purple”), to knitting scarves for my husband (“when it snows, she has no fear for her household, for all of them are clothed in scarlet”), to making a homemade sign and literally praising my husband at the city gate (“her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land”).
I had a bit of fun with that last one, but the rest proved exhausting. Within a few weeks, I’d started and unraveled at least two scarves, broken the old second-hand sewing machine I’d dug out of my closet, cursed at the picture of Martha Stewart smiling glibly from the cover of my cookbook, and embarrassed myself at Hobby Lobby by crying in the fabric aisle.
Finally, I consulted Ahava, an Orthodox Jewish woman I had befriended during the project.
“So do Jewish women struggle with this passage as much as Christian women?” I asked.
Ahava seemed a bit bewildered.
“Not at all!” she said. “In my culture, Proverbs 31 is a blessing.”
Ahava repeated a finding I’d discovered in my research, that the first line of the Proverbs 31 poem—“a virtuous woman who can find?”—is best translated, “a woman of valor who can find?” In fact, the structure and diction employed in the poem closely resembles that of a heroic poem celebrating the exploits of a warrior.
“I get called an eshet chayil (woman of valor) all the time,” Ahava explained. “Make your own challah instead of buying? Eshet chayil! Work to earn some extra money for the family? Eshet chayil! Get promoted at your work? Eshet chayil! Make balloon animals for the kids at a party? Eshet chayil! Every week at the Sabbath table, my husband sings the Proverbs 31 poem to me. It’s special because I know that no matter what I do or don’t do, he praises me for blessing the family with my energy and creativity. All women can do that in their own way. I bet you do as well.”
I looked into this, and sure enough, in Jewish culture it is not the women who memorize Proverbs 31, but the men. Husband commit each line of the poem to memory, so they can recite it to their wives at the Sabbath meal, usually in a song. (The astute reader will notice that the only actual instruction found in the entire poem is that a husband celebrate his wife for “all her hands have done.”) The praise is meant to be unconditional.
But the blessing goes beyond the family. Ahava explained that her Jewish friends cheer one another on with the blessing, celebrating everything from promotions, to pregnancies, to acts of mercy and justice, to battles with cancer with a hearty “eshet chayil!”—woman of valor.
The biblical heroine Ruth is called an “eshet chayil,” in fact. And she is called that at a time when her life looked nothing like the life of the Proverbs 31 woman, when she was a poor, childless, widow, who, far from exchanging fine linens with the merchants, spent her days gleaning leftover grain from the fields.
“All the people of my town know that you are a woman of noble character (eshet chayil),” Boaz says to her.
I liked it.
No, I loved it.
So I set aside my to-do list and began using Proverbs 31 as it was meant to be used—not as yet another impossible standard by which to measure our failures, but as a celebration of what we’ve already accomplished as women of valor. When my friend Tiffany’s pharmacy aced its accreditation, I congratulated her with “eshet chayil!” When my sister beat out about a million applicants for the job she wanted in North Carolina, I called her up and shouted “woman of valor!” When my mom overcame breast cancer, I made a card that said “eshet chayil” on the front. When I learned that three women had won the Nobel Peace Prize, I shared the new with my readers in a blog post entitled, “Meet Three Women of Valor.”
As I saw how powerful and affirming this ancient blessing could be, I decided it was time for Christian women to take back Proverbs 31. Somewhere along the way, we surrendered it to the same people who invented airbrushing and Auto-Tune. We abandoned the meaning of the poem by focusing on the specifics, and it became just another impossible standard by which to measure our failures. We turned an anthem into an assignment, a poem into a job description.
But according to Ahava, the woman described in Proverbs 31 is not some ideal that exists out there; she is present in each one of us when we do even the smallest things with valor.
And that’s worth celebrating…with or without a Pinterest board.
Why You Don't Need Pinterest to be a Proverbs 31 Woman
Okay, I’ll admit it. I never loved the Proverbs 31 Woman.
Actually, that may be an understatement. Truth be told, I secretly hated her.
The subject of a twenty-two line acrostic poem found in the last chapter of the book of Proverbs, the “wife of noble character” is cited at nearly every Christian women’s conference as the ideal to which all godly women must strive. The bad news for the domestically-challenged among us is that the life of the Proverbs 31 woman is like a Pinterest board come to life: She rises before dawn each day, provides exotic food for her children, runs a profitable textile business, invests in real estate, cares for the poor, spends hours at the loom making clothes and coverings for her bed, and crafts holiday wreaths out of coffee filters. (Okay, so that last one was straight from Pinterest, but you get the idea.)
Growing up in the Church, I sat through many a sermon explaining how domestic exploits like these represented the essence of true womanhood, and over time, I began to see myself as less-than, falling short of God’s ideal each time I turned to Sara Lee for dessert or called my mom to help me hem my own slacks.
So when I decided to commit one year of my life to studying (and at times, practicing) everything the Bible says about women as part of my “Year of Biblical Womanhood,” I knew I’d have to come face-to-face with the Proverbs 31 Woman in a way I hadn’t before.
I started by attempting to turn the poem into a to-do list, which resulted in a 16-item list that included everything from lifting weights each morning (“she girds herself with strength and makes her arms strong”), to making a purple dress to wear (“she makes coverings for herself; her clothing is fine linen and purple”), to knitting scarves for my husband (“when it snows, she has no fear for her household, for all of them are clothed in scarlet”), to making a homemade sign and literally praising my husband at the city gate (“her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land”).
I had a bit of fun with that last one, but the rest proved exhausting. Within a few weeks, I’d started and unraveled at least two scarves, broken the old second-hand sewing machine I’d dug out of my closet, cursed at the picture of Martha Stewart smiling glibly from the cover of my cookbook, and embarrassed myself at Hobby Lobby by crying in the fabric aisle.
Finally, I consulted Ahava, an Orthodox Jewish woman I had befriended during the project.
“So do Jewish women struggle with this passage as much as Christian women?” I asked.
Ahava seemed a bit bewildered.
“Not at all!” she said. “In my culture, Proverbs 31 is a blessing.”
Ahava repeated a finding I’d discovered in my research, that the first line of the Proverbs 31 poem—“a virtuous woman who can find?”—is best translated, “a woman of valor who can find?” In fact, the structure and diction employed in the poem closely resembles that of a heroic poem celebrating the exploits of a warrior.
“I get called an eshet chayil (woman of valor) all the time,” Ahava explained. “Make your own challah instead of buying? Eshet chayil! Work to earn some extra money for the family? Eshet chayil! Get promoted at your work? Eshet chayil! Make balloon animals for the kids at a party? Eshet chayil! Every week at the Sabbath table, my husband sings the Proverbs 31 poem to me. It’s special because I know that no matter what I do or don’t do, he praises me for blessing the family with my energy and creativity. All women can do that in their own way. I bet you do as well.”
I looked into this, and sure enough, in Jewish culture it is not the women who memorize Proverbs 31, but the men. Husband commit each line of the poem to memory, so they can recite it to their wives at the Sabbath meal, usually in a song. (The astute reader will notice that the only actual instruction found in the entire poem is that a husband celebrate his wife for “all her hands have done.”) The praise is meant to be unconditional.
But the blessing goes beyond the family. Ahava explained that her Jewish friends cheer one another on with the blessing, celebrating everything from promotions, to pregnancies, to acts of mercy and justice, to battles with cancer with a hearty “eshet chayil!”—woman of valor.
The biblical heroine Ruth is called an “eshet chayil,” in fact. And she is called that at a time when her life looked nothing like the life of the Proverbs 31 woman, when she was a poor, childless, widow, who, far from exchanging fine linens with the merchants, spent her days gleaning leftover grain from the fields.
“All the people of my town know that you are a woman of noble character (eshet chayil),” Boaz says to her.
I liked it.
No, I loved it.
So I set aside my to-do list and began using Proverbs 31 as it was meant to be used—not as yet another impossible standard by which to measure our failures, but as a celebration of what we’ve already accomplished as women of valor. When my friend Tiffany’s pharmacy aced its accreditation, I congratulated her with “eshet chayil!” When my sister beat out about a million applicants for the job she wanted in North Carolina, I called her up and shouted “woman of valor!” When my mom overcame breast cancer, I made a card that said “eshet chayil” on the front. When I learned that three women had won the Nobel Peace Prize, I shared the new with my readers in a blog post entitled, “Meet Three Women of Valor.”
As I saw how powerful and affirming this ancient blessing could be, I decided it was time for Christian women to take back Proverbs 31. Somewhere along the way, we surrendered it to the same people who invented airbrushing and Auto-Tune. We abandoned the meaning of the poem by focusing on the specifics, and it became just another impossible standard by which to measure our failures. We turned an anthem into an assignment, a poem into a job description.
But according to Ahava, the woman described in Proverbs 31 is not some ideal that exists out there; she is present in each one of us when we do even the smallest things with valor.
And that’s worth celebrating…with or without a Pinterest board.
This was written by Rachel Held Evans, a popular blogger and the author of A Year of
Biblical Womanhood, which recently released.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Mmmmmmm brownies!
For Christmas Josiah got one of those bouncer thingys you hang from the doorway and he LOVES it. Unfortunately the only doorway in our house that it fits on is in the kitchen meaning I now spend much more time in the kitchen than I used to. As a result the washing up is being done a lot more regularly (probably a good thing!) and I've been doing a lot more baking.
This week I've been experimenting with chocolate brownie recipies. I've discovered a great recipe for Microwave Chocolate Brownies that's super quick and easy and thought I would share it with you all.
1. Melt 150g butter in the microwave
2. Add 200g sugar. Doesn't matter if it's caster sugar or granulated - I've done it with both and either is good.
3. Add cocoa powder. The original recipe says 65g but I found that too rich. For todays batch I tried 45g instead and that seemed much more reasonable.
4. Add 1 teaspoon of vanilla essence.
5. Add two eggs, stirring thoroughly after each one.
6. Add 100g plain flour.
7. Pour into a microwave safe baking tin and microwave on full power for 4-5 mins depending on your microwave. Basically when it just starts to pull away from the sides of the tin it's done. Take it out and leave to cool before cutting up.
I've been experimenting to try to get the right texture on them. So far mine turn out pretty cakey but I'm aiming for chewy. I read that for chewy brownies add more flour and for fudgey brownies add an extra egg yolk. And apparently the crispy top to brownies is a result of whisking the mixture lots after adding the eggs.
I will continue to experiment to get the perfect brownie and let you know my findings. It's a tough job but I'm willing to make the sacrifice for you all.
This week I've been experimenting with chocolate brownie recipies. I've discovered a great recipe for Microwave Chocolate Brownies that's super quick and easy and thought I would share it with you all.
1. Melt 150g butter in the microwave
2. Add 200g sugar. Doesn't matter if it's caster sugar or granulated - I've done it with both and either is good.
3. Add cocoa powder. The original recipe says 65g but I found that too rich. For todays batch I tried 45g instead and that seemed much more reasonable.
4. Add 1 teaspoon of vanilla essence.
5. Add two eggs, stirring thoroughly after each one.
6. Add 100g plain flour.
7. Pour into a microwave safe baking tin and microwave on full power for 4-5 mins depending on your microwave. Basically when it just starts to pull away from the sides of the tin it's done. Take it out and leave to cool before cutting up.
I've been experimenting to try to get the right texture on them. So far mine turn out pretty cakey but I'm aiming for chewy. I read that for chewy brownies add more flour and for fudgey brownies add an extra egg yolk. And apparently the crispy top to brownies is a result of whisking the mixture lots after adding the eggs.
I will continue to experiment to get the perfect brownie and let you know my findings. It's a tough job but I'm willing to make the sacrifice for you all.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Totally clueless!?!
Worst night's sleep ever! Ok, maybe not ever, but worst in quite a while. Josiah woke up at 11pm for no real reason and settled back to sleep again reasonably well but decided to talk to himself loudly in the process thus waking up both parents. He woke again at 12:30am wanting to eat. Then he woke again at 4:30am and wouldn't settle so I fed him again. I was so tired I fed him lying down. Apparently he was tired too and fell asleep eating. Due to his unsettled sleep I decided to let him stay asleep in our bed instead of waking him to put him in his own bed. As I rolled away from him to get comfy ready to go back to sleep he decided to sprawl out and take up my entire side of the bed! This left my husband and I just half the bed for the both of us to sleep in. He was not too impressed at having his sleep space invaded at 5am.
We were even less impressed when Josiah woke up again at 6:30am. I tried to resettle him in his own bed but he was having none of it so I caved in and fed him again. Add to all the night waking the fact that I have a stinking cold preventing me from getting to sleep and mastitis making feeding very painful and you'll see it was really not a fun night!
The thing that annoys me most is that just a few weeks ago he was going 6-8 hours between feeds at night - not every night but at least 50% of the time. Why is he now going only 4 hours between feeds?! What am I doing wrong? At first I put it down to a growth spurt but it's been a couple of weeks now.
This parenting thing is hard work and I feel so clueless. It used to be so much more straight forward - let him sleep as long as he wants, feed him as soon as he wakes, change him, put him straight back to bed - simple. Now it's so much more complicated. He wants to be awake so much more and it's a careful balance trying to give him enough sleep but not so much he doesn't sleep at night. I think I know roughly how many feeds he needs and how much sleep but can't seem to work out how to coordinate the two. This week there has been plenty of crying because we've tried to put him to sleep when he wanted to play more. And there has been crying because we've woken him up to feed him while he still really needed sleep. (Kinda his own fault for staying up chatting for 45 mins before going to sleep instead of taking the opportunity to nap). We'd previously got into a nice little routine that worked well but the kid is constantly growing and changing and so are his needs. It's so hard to keep up!
Please somebody tell me this parenting thing gets easier right?!
We were even less impressed when Josiah woke up again at 6:30am. I tried to resettle him in his own bed but he was having none of it so I caved in and fed him again. Add to all the night waking the fact that I have a stinking cold preventing me from getting to sleep and mastitis making feeding very painful and you'll see it was really not a fun night!
The thing that annoys me most is that just a few weeks ago he was going 6-8 hours between feeds at night - not every night but at least 50% of the time. Why is he now going only 4 hours between feeds?! What am I doing wrong? At first I put it down to a growth spurt but it's been a couple of weeks now.
This parenting thing is hard work and I feel so clueless. It used to be so much more straight forward - let him sleep as long as he wants, feed him as soon as he wakes, change him, put him straight back to bed - simple. Now it's so much more complicated. He wants to be awake so much more and it's a careful balance trying to give him enough sleep but not so much he doesn't sleep at night. I think I know roughly how many feeds he needs and how much sleep but can't seem to work out how to coordinate the two. This week there has been plenty of crying because we've tried to put him to sleep when he wanted to play more. And there has been crying because we've woken him up to feed him while he still really needed sleep. (Kinda his own fault for staying up chatting for 45 mins before going to sleep instead of taking the opportunity to nap). We'd previously got into a nice little routine that worked well but the kid is constantly growing and changing and so are his needs. It's so hard to keep up!
Please somebody tell me this parenting thing gets easier right?!
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Favourite moments
Ok, I have a new favourite moment from this week that I wish I had photographic evidence of but alas, all I can do is describe it to you.
We just got back from Carols by Candlelight. We let Josiah stay up late so we could all enjoy it together and enjoy it he did. He loved looking at the candles and chatting to all the people. He had no qualms about grabbing the hand of the person next to him and chewing on their finger despite the fact he'd only just met them.
At one point he was sat on my knee happily bouncing up and down and excitedly chatting to me. As we chatted he giggled and grinned and delighted everyone around him. Then he began staring at my boobs, which is not all that unusual. But then he began puckering his lips, making a face just like a baby chimp, and leaning in towards my boobs. I so wish I could have taken a picture. He looked so hilarious as he mimed sucking on my boobs from about two feet away from them - we were sat crying with laughter!
We just got back from Carols by Candlelight. We let Josiah stay up late so we could all enjoy it together and enjoy it he did. He loved looking at the candles and chatting to all the people. He had no qualms about grabbing the hand of the person next to him and chewing on their finger despite the fact he'd only just met them.
At one point he was sat on my knee happily bouncing up and down and excitedly chatting to me. As we chatted he giggled and grinned and delighted everyone around him. Then he began staring at my boobs, which is not all that unusual. But then he began puckering his lips, making a face just like a baby chimp, and leaning in towards my boobs. I so wish I could have taken a picture. He looked so hilarious as he mimed sucking on my boobs from about two feet away from them - we were sat crying with laughter!
Saturday, December 22, 2012
I know I shouldn't laugh but...
I love getting to spend time together as family, laughing together and making memories. I thought I would share with you one of my favourite moments from this week.
Today we're having a pyjama day to recover from a fun but tiring day at a friends wedding yesterday. We had to nip into town quickly to run a few errands so we were all throwing on some clothes and getting ready to head out. Hubby announced that he was ready as he bounced Josiah on his lap. Moments later, you guessed it, Josiah projectile vomited all down Josh's front. And it wasn't just a little bit!
I am all too familiar with this occurrence but for Josh it was the first time he has ever experienced that warm wet feeling as the sick soaks through your clothing. How did he respond? He jumped up, stripped his clothes off and started dancing around the room pulling disgusted faces. I was rolling around laughing so hard I almost wet myself (no really, my pelvic floor isn't so great since labour so I really almost did pee myself laughing!)
Being a parent really does force you to get over any germophobic tendancies you may have had before as you spend your days getting puked on and wiping dribble and snotty noses! But the funny thing is we wouldn't change it for the world - this must be true love.
Today we're having a pyjama day to recover from a fun but tiring day at a friends wedding yesterday. We had to nip into town quickly to run a few errands so we were all throwing on some clothes and getting ready to head out. Hubby announced that he was ready as he bounced Josiah on his lap. Moments later, you guessed it, Josiah projectile vomited all down Josh's front. And it wasn't just a little bit!
I am all too familiar with this occurrence but for Josh it was the first time he has ever experienced that warm wet feeling as the sick soaks through your clothing. How did he respond? He jumped up, stripped his clothes off and started dancing around the room pulling disgusted faces. I was rolling around laughing so hard I almost wet myself (no really, my pelvic floor isn't so great since labour so I really almost did pee myself laughing!)
Being a parent really does force you to get over any germophobic tendancies you may have had before as you spend your days getting puked on and wiping dribble and snotty noses! But the funny thing is we wouldn't change it for the world - this must be true love.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Just when you thought it was safe...
One of the most challenging things with parenting is that things are constantly changing so you have to keep on your toes! This week Josiah learned a key new skill. I try to avoid letting him watch TV so if my husband and I want to watch TV while he's awake I put him down on his play mat somewhere that he can't see the TV. The other day he was happily playing while we were curled up watching Grey's Anatomy. Half way through I looked over to the play mat to see how Josiah was doing........and he wasn't there!! The cheeky little monkey had shuffled across the floor on his back and was lying right in front of the TV contentedly staring up at Grey's Anatomy. I picked him up and put him back on the play mat but two minutes later he was back watching TV. So it looks like despite my best efforts we have a little telly addict on our hands. And now I can no longer put him on his playmat, go make a cuppa tea and expect to find him in the same place when I get back. Here's where the fun starts!!
Other news in the Gallagher household this week: Josiah learned how to use his hands properly (to grab things he wants, to move my hands away when I do things he doesn't want and to stroke daddy's beard), hubby got another job interview (hooray!) and I got mastitis (boo!).
Just when I thought we had breastfeeding sorted my boobs go and break again! I've spent the last few days yelling in pain while breastfeeding and digging my nails into the nearest cushion/my leg/hubby's hand. At first I thought I just had a blocked milk duct but last night I woke up all feverish and knew it was time to go to the doctor. So now I'm on antibiotics and wandering around the house with a homemade heat pad (ie packet of boil in the bag rice shoved in hubby's sock) shoved in my bra making me look like I've had some dodgy lopsided boob job. Oh the joys of parenthood!
Other news in the Gallagher household this week: Josiah learned how to use his hands properly (to grab things he wants, to move my hands away when I do things he doesn't want and to stroke daddy's beard), hubby got another job interview (hooray!) and I got mastitis (boo!).
Just when I thought we had breastfeeding sorted my boobs go and break again! I've spent the last few days yelling in pain while breastfeeding and digging my nails into the nearest cushion/my leg/hubby's hand. At first I thought I just had a blocked milk duct but last night I woke up all feverish and knew it was time to go to the doctor. So now I'm on antibiotics and wandering around the house with a homemade heat pad (ie packet of boil in the bag rice shoved in hubby's sock) shoved in my bra making me look like I've had some dodgy lopsided boob job. Oh the joys of parenthood!
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Sleep at last........well kinda
Sleep has been a frustrating subject the last few weeks as Josiah has seemed to be going less time between feeds at night, not more. Just as I was beginning to wonder if he would ever go more than four hours between feeds a beautiful thing happened. One night, totally out of the blue, he went SEVEN hours between feeds! And then after I fed him and put him back to sleep he went for another 6.5 hours before waking up!! It was bliss.
Of course I foolishly got excited thinking he would do the same thing the next night. But did he? Nope! Woke up every four or five hours. Boo! And the next night he woke every three or four hours - double boo! I thought to myself he's just teasing us. He's saying "look mummy and daddy, I can sleep for ages, I just choose not to cos I enjoy messing with your head mwahhaha" (that's evil laughter in case you didn't know).
Well thankfully he has actually started sleeping that long on a semi regular basis (ie has done it three more times now so I'm counting that as a success). Does that mean I am now getting a long peaceful nights sleep? No. Baby is sleeping. Daddy is sleeping. But I still keep waking up through the night. And then I lie there with a baby snoring on one side of me and my husband snoring on the other side of me trying to get back to sleep.
Another downside to Josiah sleeping so long is that someone forgot to inform my boobs about the change in schedule. By the time Josiah wakes up to feed my boobs feel like they're about to explode. When he starts feeding it comes out so fast the poor kid is spluttering and choking and spitting milk everywhere. And when he decides to pull away to avoid drowning in breast milk the result is high pressure splatter everywhere. The other night I got hit in the eye by my own milk - IN THE EYE!! This is one of the many hazards of breastfeeding that never seems to get covered in antinatal classes. Oh how I would love to lead breastfeeding sessions at antinatal classes and tell people what it's really like - how challenging, at times painful, ultimately rewarding and down right hilarious it really can be.
One final comedy annecdote for you all:
The other day I was talking to my husband and I used the phrase 'let down reflex'. He looked at me quizzically and said "What's a let down reflex? Is than when I ask you for sex and you say you're too tired?"
Of course I foolishly got excited thinking he would do the same thing the next night. But did he? Nope! Woke up every four or five hours. Boo! And the next night he woke every three or four hours - double boo! I thought to myself he's just teasing us. He's saying "look mummy and daddy, I can sleep for ages, I just choose not to cos I enjoy messing with your head mwahhaha" (that's evil laughter in case you didn't know).
Well thankfully he has actually started sleeping that long on a semi regular basis (ie has done it three more times now so I'm counting that as a success). Does that mean I am now getting a long peaceful nights sleep? No. Baby is sleeping. Daddy is sleeping. But I still keep waking up through the night. And then I lie there with a baby snoring on one side of me and my husband snoring on the other side of me trying to get back to sleep.
Another downside to Josiah sleeping so long is that someone forgot to inform my boobs about the change in schedule. By the time Josiah wakes up to feed my boobs feel like they're about to explode. When he starts feeding it comes out so fast the poor kid is spluttering and choking and spitting milk everywhere. And when he decides to pull away to avoid drowning in breast milk the result is high pressure splatter everywhere. The other night I got hit in the eye by my own milk - IN THE EYE!! This is one of the many hazards of breastfeeding that never seems to get covered in antinatal classes. Oh how I would love to lead breastfeeding sessions at antinatal classes and tell people what it's really like - how challenging, at times painful, ultimately rewarding and down right hilarious it really can be.
One final comedy annecdote for you all:
The other day I was talking to my husband and I used the phrase 'let down reflex'. He looked at me quizzically and said "What's a let down reflex? Is than when I ask you for sex and you say you're too tired?"
Saturday, December 01, 2012
'Tis the season to be grumpy!
What is worse than going shopping in December? Going shopping in December with a pushchair!!!
It's hard enough to manouvre around shops without hundreds of Christmas shoppers in the way. And everyone seems to be in their own little world completely oblivious to the fact they're about to walk into my child. You know what really irritates me? That people have the cheek to scowl at me as if it's my fault when they walk into us. Oh I'm sorry, is my walking in a straight line interfering with your zig zaggy wandering around looking at the floor and/or texting - how thoughtless of me!?! Grrrrrr.
And what's with the loud music blaring from shops? Do they not understand I have a sleeping child with me and the success of my shopping trip is reliant on him staying that way.
And New Look - really? A DJ in the corner?! Is that really necessary? I don't come to your store to party, I come to shop. Or maybe that's just me and I'm no longer young and trendy enough to shop in your store.
Ok rant over.
Hubby is away for the weekend at an interview so it's just me and the boy. Figured since it's the first day of December we should probably start introducing Josiah to the whole idea of Christmas. In town his eyes lit up when he saw the Christmas lights and watching people ice skating had him transfixed. As well as attempting Christmas shopping, we spent the morning making these....
It's hard enough to manouvre around shops without hundreds of Christmas shoppers in the way. And everyone seems to be in their own little world completely oblivious to the fact they're about to walk into my child. You know what really irritates me? That people have the cheek to scowl at me as if it's my fault when they walk into us. Oh I'm sorry, is my walking in a straight line interfering with your zig zaggy wandering around looking at the floor and/or texting - how thoughtless of me!?! Grrrrrr.
And what's with the loud music blaring from shops? Do they not understand I have a sleeping child with me and the success of my shopping trip is reliant on him staying that way.
And New Look - really? A DJ in the corner?! Is that really necessary? I don't come to your store to party, I come to shop. Or maybe that's just me and I'm no longer young and trendy enough to shop in your store.
Ok rant over.
Hubby is away for the weekend at an interview so it's just me and the boy. Figured since it's the first day of December we should probably start introducing Josiah to the whole idea of Christmas. In town his eyes lit up when he saw the Christmas lights and watching people ice skating had him transfixed. As well as attempting Christmas shopping, we spent the morning making these....
They are officially yummy and there is a strong chance there won't be any left by the time Josh gets home tomorrow!
If you would like to make your own yummy Christmas biscuits then here's what you need to do:
1) Cream together 100g of butter and 100g caster sugar
2) Add an egg yolk and a teaspoon of vanilla essence
3) Stir in 200g plain flour and kneed into a dough
4) Roll the dough out to 5mm thick. Using an 8cm star cutter cut out 24 stars. Then using a 2cm cutter cut the middle out of 12 of them. Put them all in the freezer for 10 mins.
5) Remove from the freezer. Spread jam on the whole stars and sandwich the ones with the middle missing on top.
6) Bake in a preheated oven at 180C for 10-15 mins until golden.
7) Sprinkle with icing sugar to make them look a bit more fancy if you like.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Bathtime!!
It's Josiah's favourite time of day...bath time. No matter how grumpy he may be beforehand, as soon as the process of undressing him for bath time begins his face lights up. He lays on his changing mat and grins and coos and grins some more.
My son seems to think bath time is solely for him to practise his swimming and gets most upset when I dare to suggest a bath might actually be for washing him! He loves splashing around practising his back stroke and doesn't seem to care at all when water gets in his eyes. We have to keep telling him not to try to drink the water cos it's really not the same as when he was in my tummy!
Here's a little clip of Josiah chatting away while getting ready for his bath...
My son seems to think bath time is solely for him to practise his swimming and gets most upset when I dare to suggest a bath might actually be for washing him! He loves splashing around practising his back stroke and doesn't seem to care at all when water gets in his eyes. We have to keep telling him not to try to drink the water cos it's really not the same as when he was in my tummy!
Here's a little clip of Josiah chatting away while getting ready for his bath...
Monday, November 12, 2012
Night feeding
After a while it's time to switch sides. It's then that I notice a HUGE wet patch all down my side. This time it's not baby sick. Apparently my boob has sprung a major leak soaking through one breast pad and two layers of clothing. Great!
Time to take a quick break as daddy changes his nappy and I grab a drink. Sat in the dark waiting for the nappy change to be done I hear Josiah cooing and gurgling while a grumpy daddy tells him it's not play time, it's sleep time. As the nappy is removed I hear Josh exclaim 'how did you get poo there?' Somehow it's all up his back and in his arm pit! Time to go get him a clean change of clothes (which he promptly pukes on only minutes after putting on).
Fifteen minutes and two more puking incidents later and the feed is over. I put little bear back into his crib and he coos to himself and/or his teddies for a few minutes before falling asleep. I go change my T-shirt and settle back to sleep.
Now it's 4am and time for another feed. Five minutes into the feed, guess what? He puked again! All over my clean shirt! And then looked up at me and smiled! I explained to him it wasn't something to smile about and he'd made a mess of another shirt, not to mention the duvet cover and my pillow. What was his response? He laughed at me! He's lucky his giggles are so darn cute!
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Hidden treasures in unexpected places - part 4
Now we come to one of my favourite bits of Leviticus – the festivals! Each festival is a foreshadow of something yet to come. Check these out…
Leviticus chapter
16 and 23
The day of Atonement
(at-one-ment) - God and man as one. On the day of atonement you weren’t allowed
to do any work. This shows us that being
at one with God is not something we work for – Jesus has done the work for us. On this day a sin offering was
given in the form of two goats. One goat is to act out the part of God and the
other acts as the scapegoat. One goat dies as a sacrifice and the other goes
free.
Leviticus 24
The year of
Jubilee– an end to all debt and slavery and working the land. Even the land
gets rest! This shows us about God’s
promised rest when Jesus returns and all that we have to look forward to.
During the festival the priest (representing Jesus) goes into the Most Holy
Place (representing heaven) and takes blood with him to cleanse even heaven
itself. Heaven and earth are not separate dimensions – they are linked and part
of the same creation.
Leviticus 23
Passover (now Good
Friday) – a reminder of how we are
redeemed through trusting in Jesus sacrifice. The unleavened bread was a
sign of urgency in wanting to leave Egypt and escape judgement instead of wanting
to remain in sin.
First fruits (now
Easter) – to be celebrated in the Promised Land. It was a celebration of
being brought into the promised land and also of the promised harvest to come.
It was celebrated on the Sunday after Passover – that’s resurrection day!
Harvest is all about a dead seed in the ground producing new life. Jesus died, was raised again and gives us
new life if we put our trust in Him.
Festival of weeks
– celebrated 50 days after Easter. Now we have Pentecost.
Festival of
trumpets – see Exodus 19:13-20 God invites the
people to meet with Him. 1 Thessalonians 4:16 tells us a trumpet will
announce Jesus return.
Festival of
tabernacles – everyone went camping as a reminder of their journey through
the wilderness and testimony to the fact that we’re still on a journey and not yet in our permanent home. This
earth is just temporary and Jesus eternal Kingdom is still to come.
Hidden treasures in unexpected places - part 3
Leviticus chapter 8 and Exodus chapter 28 both contain a
really in depth description of what the priests wore. Why do I care what they
wore?! What is this supposed to teach us?
Why did they have priests anyway? Well think of it this
way. The priests are like actors about
to put on a gospel show. Aaron as the high priest is acting the part of
Jesus. The priesthood teaches us about
having someone do something on our behalf. As
we learn about the priests we learn about what Christ has done for us. Keep
that in mind as you read through Exodus and see how your view of the text
changes.
Have a read through Exodus 28 and keep your eye out for
the following:
The ephod – we’re
told it’s made of the same stuff as the curtain in the tabernacle. This shows
us that Jesus ‘clothed’ himself with the same stuff as us; He took on humanity.
The onyx stones
– had the names of the tribes of Israel engraved on and the priest carried them
over his heart. This represents the church and the priest carrying them with
him wherever he goes. Christ is clothed with the church and He carries us with Him into the Father’s
presence. Carrying us isn’t easy – those stones were pretty heavy! The
weight of the stones is to represent the weight of sin which Jesus carried for
us.
The breastpiece – also made of the same material as the curtain and had 12 precious stones on it to represent the 12 tribes of Israel. It was tightly fastened to the priest and in the same way we are firmly fastened to Jesus. He promises He will not lose anyone that the Father has given to Him (John 6:39)
Anointing oil –
Priests were anointed with oil as a reminder of their reliance on the Holy Spirit. Also Jesus is the “Anointed One” who
fully relies on the Holy Spirit. Aaron is given a wash and then anointed with
oil. Jesus was washed in baptism and then anointed with the Holy Spirit. Psalm
133 describes how the oil the priests were anointed with overflowed onto the
stones on the breastplate. Jesus is full of the Holy Spirit which overflows to
His church.
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