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It has been a pretty busy week at Chez Still… Last weekend, hopped up on Diet Dr Pepper I made a major push towards getting my workroom sorted out, and its very nearly finished. The Monday was a Bank Holiday and also my 29th birthday so we spent most of the day with Jon’s folks and had a tasty lunch and all napped in the sunshine afterwards! Thursday was Jon’s 29th and so yesterday we provided tea, cake, but no death to the extended family. (We also gave the whole house a good clean - which included the opportunity for inhaling furniture polish)

But even better, Amelia has started to roll over. However, in a very quantum way we can’t (yet) observe it in progress, we’ve just answered the more miffed than usual cries and found her on her tummy in her cot. Last night when we were drying her off after her bath she was very nearly rolling over, so she had a better view of the bottles of Viakal and Flash that live (for now and not much longer) on a low shelf by the shower.

Also today Helen and I traipsed into London and Earl’s court to go to the International Jewellery London trade show. I returned with some fabulous beads, including matte crackle rock crystal, blue goldstone and Botswana  agate. Helen got a 17″ graduated strand of Rubies for an amazing price, which I am currently knotting.

Again it has been over a month since the last blog post; they seem to be in bursts and then nothing for a while. Since the last entry things have been trundling along much the same. Well apart from taking Amelia on her first trip out of the country when we we went to Ireland for a week. All told it was reasonably stress-free. Armed with cartons of formula there wasn’t much the drive to Holyhead could throw at us. And unlike her mother, Amelia slept very well in the travel cot. I wasn’t in the travel cot but the bed at the TravelLodge was far too soft so I slept very badly.

To continue her reign as most disgustingly good baby she slept perfectly in the cot at my parents, and was a smiling delight to all about her! Thankfully this did continue, apart from the 3 hour ferry trip home which she didn’t enjoy so much, so Jon and I had to take turns wandering around with her. She made up for it by only waking up once on the drive back home.

The trip home was very successful, she saw and was seen and coped with the almost constant stream of new people very well, and even managed to fit some time in with a contemporary of hers; Hugh/prawn who is about 5 months older than her, and she managed to hold her own very well!

Last Monday the new blinds for the Velux windows in her room arrived, ordered because she is now too big for the moses basket (at 4 months) and has moved up into her own cot in her own room without any trouble. And now she has discovered a new trick - spit bubbles and going Bpppt! 

Its all go!

Amelia and Jon “enjoying”  the lumpy sofa bed in her room.

Today Amelia has achieved another milestone (she has been smiling and cooing for a while)… her first laugh. And then some, mainly elicited by my making a complete fool of myself laughing and googling at/with her.

Unfortunately Jon was not at his phone when I phoned to tell him of this marvellous development… 

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.