I decided to do photos for “A Day in the Life” post today! It’s the first time I’ve done one. There are eleventy billion photos so I’m going to split this into a few parts. I hope you are all super nosey and want to see what mundane things we get up to during the day. I also think it will be interesting (for me) to look back on and see what my life was like with an almost 6 month old baby.
Well first off, we had a rubbish night so TTB was in bed with me this morning (as usual I suppose) and I needed to sleep longer (lots of waking in the night) so when Andy came in to say goodbye I whispered not to wake TTB and so we got to sleep an hour longer, until 8:30. This sort of threw him out a bit with naps and stuff but not too badly. We usually get up at 7:30. I changed TTB’s nappy and then had a shower while trying to stop him eating the bathmat/rolling over and getting his legs stuck between the bin and the bath/playing with the washing basket. Then dried my hair while having a sneaky check of my emails on my ipad. TTB undertakes his usual morning chores of dismantling the cot bumper and chewing on his rabbit toy.
We go downstairs (TTB still in pyjamas because I still have no bibs for him) and I strap him in the highchair. That’s the view he can see from his highchair (photo above.)
I give him some cucumber because I know he likes it, it doesn’t take any prep either so I can get on with making him porridge and cooling it down for him. He does not like it but has a fair bash at feeding himself from the spoon. Retrieve spoon from floor, wash, hand back, repeat etc. Make myself some porridge and hugely overestimate the oats so quickly eat hot lumpy porridge while pulling faces to keep bored baby entertained.
Baby calms down when I turn the taps on (he is big on taps right now) so I push my luck and see how much washing up I can get done. Most of it, but I have to employ evasive manoeuvres (singing) and defensive action (clementine segment which he DID NOT LIKE) in order to get to a point where I can leave it.
Try to clean baby with babywipe. Have babywipe removed from me.
Stand baby in the empty sink and brush off bits of porridge. Remove daffodil from baby’s hands. Strip baby off and leave clothes by washing machine. Leave dirty highchair for later as it’s much more fun to remove porridge when it’s cemented on. Take baby upstairs and scrub with a wet sponge. Baby thinks this is HILARIOUS. Distract baby with Freddy the Firefly while I brush my teeth.
Dress baby in as many stripes as I can find and brush my hair while he plays with his feet.
Provide baby with the breakfast that he really wants, not silly porridge. Pick errant porridge oats off of baby.
Baby climbs off lap to commence Morning Standing Practice and Lunging Lesson.
I need to strip the beds and do the washing (someone was a little bit sick in my bed this morning, naming no names TINY TIN BIRD) so I distract him with ALL OF THE TOYS while I do this.
Realise clean bedding is downstairs in washing basket so make a mad dash for it while baby distracted. Put new bedding on my bed and put towels away haphazardly and hope I get time to sort them out next week when my mum comes.
Toys are no longer good enough so give him the old pillowcases to play with. Happy baby. Strip Andy’s bed while TTB playing with pillowcase.
Take gratuitous photo of blanket pile because it is pretty.
Naptime. Have to stand with my hand on his back to stop him rolling over. He doesn’t WANT to roll but his knees conspire against him and push him over.
Stand outside bedroom door until he is completely asleep. Try to convince Becky to get an iphone.
Baby asleep, come downstairs and put washing on. Discover that the dial is suspiciously porridgey.
Finish washing up and think that the flowers are past their best and need sorting. Ignore this fact because I really can’t be bothered.
Scrub porridge off of highchair and wash the tray. Throw bits of cucumber in the bin and retrieve all spoons and stuff off the floor. Make mental note to buy new dustpan and brush. Clean kitchen and try to make it look nice. Fail. Photograph the prettiest part (difficult) for blog. Worry about quantity of photos on blog.
Call my Grandma but she’s not in. Finish the granny square I started last night but was interrupted with waking baby.
Prepare parcels for posting later.
End of Nap Time. Go and take smiley baby out of his grobag and have cuddles.
Spend some time pulling faces at the baby in the bathroom mirror, and turning the taps on and off. Baby looks at the taps and then to me in utter amazement as if to ask me, “Did you SEE THAT???” I know baby, running water. OMG.
Read “What The Ladybird Heard“ to TTB three times, because I like it. I LOVE this book. I do find myself going “and the cow said moo and the hen said cluck! hiss said the goose and quack said the duck!” in my head all day long but I kind of like that.
Baby expresses his desire to eat the book so give him a book more suited to being eaten (a board book.)
Do some “sensory play” ie chewing on a woolly blanket. That’s ok cos I can send some texts while he does this. (Yeah I know, lazy mama.)
Lunchtime. Go back downstairs and put baby in highchair again.
Steam broccoli and courgette. Broccoli GOOD courgette VERY BAD. Offer sippy cup of water. Offer is declined, cup goes on floor. Give up with cup. Attempt to eat my own lunch while explaining to baby that he can’t have my sandwich because of possible gluten intolerances and anyway it’s peanut butter and hasn’t he HEARD of nut allergies? This is unacceptable and baby expresses wish to get out of high chair. Clean up all the fallen veg. Wipe tray, wipe baby. Put food back in fridge. Stand baby in sink to brush off broccoli bits. Remove daffodil from baby’s hands.
Leave baby on the floor to play with the Downstairs Toys. He is happy for a few minutes as he has not seen these toys since yesterday.
Go out to shed and put tumble drying on. Chat to the rabbits.
Baby still happy so go and collect up all the clothes washing. This has increased since weaning started funnily enough. Hope that Silky Bunny is as washable as his label suggests as he was in the wrong place at the wrong time earlier. Poor Sicky Silky Bunny.
Baby still happy with toys so sneak a few minutes of internet time and print out my email so I can collect my order from New Look later. Hope that dresses ordered for Christening don’t look too hideous.
To be continued.
Bet you can’t wait.