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…
This week I’ve joined yet another flickr group. This one, entitled Day 2 Day has been formed by the wonderful abi with the aim of tasking us to take photographs highlighting the beauty of everyday things without of the aid of automatic zooms and flashes.
Unfortunately this week hasn’t been the greatest for me to get on with things; I’ve had a lot of sitting around with the little one to do, but I have taken 2 out of the 5 pictures for the week. You can visit my day2day flickr set here.
The theme that emerged was the old stand by of plants, but I’m planning to try and get out next week with the buggy and huge camera to get both some exercise and photos of London Road. My theme will probably end up being Houses I Covet 
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.
Well relatively speaking
I must admit that after 6 weeks things do, at the very least, appear to improve. Some of this is due to the fact that you are now used to having the baby and as yet have not broken them (permanently).
I’m pleased, happy and very glad, oh so glad, that Amelia is now sleeping through the night; or roughly from around 11pm through to between 5 and 7:30 (that was yesterday).
In fact in the last few weeks Jon and I have gone to bed earlier than we have done in a very long time, even before she was born. Granted the last few evenings Jon has taken a glass of Bushmills with him, but through no fault of the baby’s.
Also she is now sleeping when put down after her morning bottle, as of 11:30am she is still sleeping off the bottle she had around 8am. I just need to be disciplined about making the most of this time; I’m still so shocked I end up on the couch in a semi-catatonic stupor. Today, however, I did manage to cook and eat my breakfast so that’s something at least.
