7/11
Time does seem to fly, my last post was at the beginning of the month, where I was extolling the virtues of babies who like to sleep the night and now here we are on the eve of 11 weeks. Thankfully, fate has declined to bite me on the bum and she is still enjoying her sleep - and so are we; around 8 hours at night and then sometimes up to 3 in the morning after her first bottle of the day.
I’m still not quite making the best use of the break in the morning apart from getting up and coaxing my very achey knees into action.
Today, however, I do need to get out and head to such exciting locales around Biggleswade as the Bank, the Post Office, and a random grocery store (but not Asda) to purchase some Kitchen Paper - we forgot it again when we did our proper shop. But my house keys have vamoosed and I need to hunt them out.
Also our little one seems to be getting bigger and bigger (well maybe just one bigger). She is now really of the size that she can’t sleep in the moses basket much longer and so we will start popping her up in the (boiling) loft nursery in her cot. I am hoping that as she seems to be able to sleep anywhere - as pictures of her slumped in her bouncy chair atest - that this move won’t disrupt her. I’m more worried about broiled baby.
Here she is with Mr Kitty, no doubt sharing a little something to which I am not privy. She is now getting quite chatty from time to time, and smiles alot apart from when she gives us the “Oh my god, I’m stuck with you lot for another 18 years amn’t I!” look.
Her hair still refuses to do anything but the David Tennant quif.
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