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@First hour of birth

 

@10 months

Kayden says...

Hmmmm, after sharpening my tooth on the cot the other day, 

they went out and got this 'rail guard' thingie which they stuck at the top of my rail.

It's not so fun to chew on anymore! Boriiiing!

 

AH HAH! 

Mom left this inside my cot while she's busy clicking away 

with that metallic box in front of me. Tasty!!

A belated birthday

 
Just coming across from Anna's blog, I too have just only realised my blog had silently turned one a month ago!

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY

LIFE WITH A MINI!

I want to say a BIG THANK YOU to all of you who visit!  I have most enjoyed all of your emails, messages and comments. Thank you also if you are a silent reader, I know there are a few handfuls of you out there! =)
 
Cheers! To my family, friends and new found friends via the world of blogging!

Kayden tells you his routine at 10 months

 
7am   First feed of the day, dreamfeeding. Daddy gets the relaxed me, feeding and changes my nappy with ease. Then he kisses us goodbye and leaves for work.

9.30am   Wake up, roll over and try to pry sleeping Mommy's eye open. Or, if they were heartless enough to make me sleep in my cot the night before, I start bouncing in there, making a nuisance of myself, until Mommy wakes up. And then, when she tries to change my nappy, I show her one of my many wrestling moves.

11am   Milk feed

12Noon    Lunchtime (congee and yoghurt) and then on my playmat for a a bit.

1.30pm  'Ma Ma (Grandma) picks me up and pats me to sleep *Woohoo!* I am out like a light within 5 minutes.

2.30pm   I am up again. But Heyyy! When did you put me down Ma Ma!!!?? Get me out of my bouncer NOW!!!

3pm    Nappy change, and milk feed. Then I wander around the room following Mommy around, entangling myself around her feet and basically learning the word "NO!!!" a million times for the next hour or two from her. When she gets sick of removing me from some sticky situations (see above), she puts me in my playpen (read: cage), and puts something on for me to watch on the telly. And if I get lucky, Mommy gives me some crustkits to nibble on.

4pm    Maybe a long walk in the park, when Mommy decides its not freezing outside and the sun is out.

5pm    Bathtime

6pm   Dinner

7pm   Daddy's home! Time to go bother somebody else and give Mommy a break from me.

7.30pm   Dinnertime for the adults, they put me on my highchair and I sit with them at the head of the table (like Ye Ye - grandfather), and sometimes I get a nibble out of some of their food. But mainly, it's just fun for me. Like yesterday, I stuffed an entire piece of chicken into my mouth. Sneakily, chew and pretend I've swallowed it and Mom gives me another piece... until she realises what I was up to, and tries to dig everything out of my mouth. FUN!

8pm   Hang out with Daddy

9pm   Nappy change and milk feed. Mommy zips me up in my sleeping bag. Bedtime.

Hello spring!

Goodbye winter, and HELLO to you spring! When you decide to show up on some days that is.

The temperature has been slowly creeping up. It is still cold, the temperature sits in the low tens or so. But, the days are getting longer and little green buds are starting to emerge from the cherry blossom trees on the nature strips.

Despite September being the coldest spring Melbourne has had in years, we are taking our long afternoon walks again. All rugged up of course, me in my warm fleecy jumper and Kayden tucked up to his shoulders in his foot muff and hat.

The boy loves the outdoors, and one afternoon in the crisp, warm afternoon spring sunshine, he was 'singing' as we walked through picturesque scenes like these.

Beautiful!

Stuck at a corner

Kayden has started to cruise. He pulls himself up to a stand at a piece of furniture and slowly makes his way around.

We have a big rectangular coffee table in the rumpus room, and Kayden cruises around it a fair bit. Until recently, he wasn't able to go around the corners. He is so funny to watch! What happens when he reaches the big rounded corner of the coffee table? He starts SCREAMING  to psych himself up for the bend. I am not kidding! We all burst out laughing when he starts to scream in fear. It's terrible I know. But I can't help myself. He has this look on his face where he furrows his brows together and turns his smile upside down. Then he S-L-O-W-L-Y inches his way around it carefully. It takes maybe about 2-3 minutes for him to do that corner. 

Screaming the whole time.

Then he stops when he makes the corner...... until he reaches the next one. Now, the thing is, he still hasn't discovered how to get back into a sitting position from standing. So really, he just goes round and round the table for a really long time. It's like a open play pen really! And then, when he gets tired, and his legs start to shake, he starts calling out for somebody to save him. 

I would upload a video of this, but because he takes SO LONG to go around the table, the video will be just too long. So here's a photo of his ugly scowl again to entertain you for a little.

Now it all makes sense

I mentioned that Kayden was teething and his first tooth has just cut through. I expected the drooling, and the incessant need to chew on everything he can get his fingers on. I am fine with it, I get that it soothes his gums so I just let him be, so long he has not been dipping his fingers in his potty beforehand. This chewing thing is really not such a big deal I thought.

At the shops, I have seen rubber rail guards for baby cot rails. And I thought to myself then, why on earth would people waste money on these things? Surely its not such a big issue letting them chew and lick the cot rails?

Then, hubby noticed these teeth (or rather 'tooth', because he has only 1 at the moment) marks all along the inside of Kayden's cot rail.

Then it all makes sense.

So THAT's WHY they say always check that you buy an Australian Standard cot that meets all the requirements (baby safe lead free paint).

So THAT'S WHY his hoodie was covered in these mysterious white specks this afternoon. I literally just brushed it off, thinking it was lint. The marks run all the way along his cot rail, and there really wasn't that much on his hoodie. So if that is the case, it means he has EATEN the paint. Bleh!

And, so THAT's WHY they sell those rail guards! DUH. To stop your baby behaving like a hungry beaver devouring corn on a cob.

Thank god I'm not breastfeeding him anymore too.

Waking up

I don't know about other babies, but when Kayden wakes up, he's a DRAMA KING. In my sleepy state, the distant grumbling starts getting louder and louder. It's as if he's saying "Helloooo.. I'm awake now, I'd like my milk now pleeeeease!". Then it gets even louder and louder, until it is as if he is screaming out "HELLOOOO????? It's morning now isn't it??  I am ready to get up now, why are you still lying there? WAKE UP Mommy! Waaaaaaaaake uuuuup nowwww! Wake up!!! MILK! Milk milk! Now dammit, NOW!"

And by then, if he was sleeping in the bed with us, he would have rolled and shuffled over, with much difficulty in his sleeping bag. It does look pretty tricky to crawl in that thing. Somehow end up on top of me with his hands patting my face, sometimes even trying to peel my eyes open.

You see, if I pretend I am still sleeping, and stay in whatever position I am in, I may get say, an extra 5 minutes of snooze time. Instead of having to jump out of the cosy sheets right away. He thinks I am still sleeping and waits for abit, still grumbling to himself.

So rare he is up and awake, playing by himself, looking somewhat cheery like this, while waiting for me to wake up. Or maybe that's what he does, every morning. Wait quietly. Of which may seem like an eternity to him, because I loove a sleep in.

And maybe that's why it escalates to a screaming match every morning. Hmmm.....

Kayden: Entering Toddlerhood

I was looking at nappies for him and the next size up says "Toddler". And a toddler he is indeed.

Kayden is now well and truly crawling and cruising. He pulls himself up to anything he can get his little hands on. The edge of the coffee table, the couch, a box, my pants, the window blinds! He's experimenting and discovering that he can get to things alot faster and closer. He leans and stretches until he is able to grab hold of something he has his eyes on. Not a spare moment is spared when he spots Mommy seated comfortably in the recliner. He quickly crawls over to me, and in no time, is pulling himself to a stand in front of me with that cheeky grin he gives! Then he does that little bouncy dance so I pick him up.

He is also starting to let go of one hand when cruising. Scary! For me! I picture his little brain bouncing off the walls of his skull everytime he takes a fall, where tears follow. 

After weeks and weeks of tears and grief, his first tooth has finally cut through, finally. I am so glad he is not one of those babies who cuts 4 teeth at one go, ouch! Our dentist said he had a 18 month old who cut 6 all at once! EEeep!

It is early days, but I am getting him used to the potty. Oh boy, he HATES the potty. The first couple of times he sat his bottom down on it, his legs went as stiff as a surfboard. Actually, I take that back, he still does that now. He refuses to sit on the thing! He reacts as if the potty is toxic! The first time it happened,  I found it so funny and couldn't stop laughing. He stops struggling, turns around long enough to stare at me , then he cups his little hand over my lips, meaning "Stop laughing Mommy!".

So to distract him, I started saying "Oh! Look! What's that on the front of your potty?" And it always works a treat. He stops struggling, sits down and peers down to look.

Every time.

How long more before he realises its a trap, I don't know.