No gods, no kings, no billionaires
Added a new feature to the sunpig weblogs: we can now edit the sidebars (the chunks of stuff on the left of this page) in the same simple way as we can edit these diary entries.
This may mean that I’ll keep my favourites relatively up-to-date, but probably not…
Still need to get the photos from Susan’s visit uploaded!
That’s how long B slept for last night, from just before 23:00 until just before 06:00.
He started sleeping for longer periods at night a few weeks ago, just before Susan came over on holiday. At first it was a five hour stretch once, then the five hour stretches happened more regularly. While Susan was here, he started doing six hour stretches (which were just so luxurious!)
These last few days we’d noticed that he was starting to get very sleepy around mid-evening. He’d fall asleep quite soundly for well over an hour, and only wake up when we roused him to feed. So we figured that we’d start to put him to be a little bit earlier and see if he still slept all the way through…. The experiment was successful last night–we’ll see soon enough if it’s repeatable.
He’s also turning into a cheerful wee chap, except when he’s hungry or tired or in pain. The colic seemed to reduce significantly at the same time we started using Infacol as a remedy, but at nearly three months he should be growing out of that stage anyway. So maybe it was a coincidence, maybe not. Either way, he’s happy, and he’s cute as a button.
This weekend we were away at the wedding of Andrew Powell and Fiona Williamson, whom we know from the Royal Bank. (They joined RBS’s graduate recruitment programme at the same time as Abi.) Contrary to the weather reports, both Saturday and Sunday turned out to be brilliant and sunny, and a great time was had by all. I’ve put some photos over on B’s page.
Oh, and he’s going bald, too. And sleeping more.
Just for the record (because I know that a month from now, I’ll forget when this all happened), a few very recent changes in B:
What a wonderful day! We needed to drop off some papers at the doctor’s surgery, so we bundled B up into his pram, and took off into the outside world. It was actually sunny and warm today, and the walk was a pleasant one.
While we were out, we also stopped by the two nurseries at the Gilmerton Crossroads: the Mother Goose, and the Little Drummer. Both looked like fantastic, intensely stimulating places for us to leave B, and both were run by highly competent and genuinely interested people. However, we both came away from the visits feeling that the Mother Goose was the one for us. The space they have is not as airy and open as the Little Drummer, but we got a better vibe from them. Also, for older kids, they have a French teacher who comes in to teach, and they do all sorts of other activities, like music and swimming lessons.
Now the real question will be whether we can get a place!
After the nursery visits, we trundled on down to Safeway. On our way we ran into someone from Abi’s antenatal class–a new mother who had come in to answer questions at the breatsfeeding workshop. She lives just round the corner from us, and we’re going to try to keep in touch.
(Her little son, Daniel, is only four months old, but he looked huge in his pram! It’s hard to believe that B will be that size eventually. I don’t want him to grow up! I want him to stay just as small and cute as he is!)
In Safeway, we sat down for some lunch in the cafe, and Abi was able to breastfeed without any problem. (As usual, while we were standing at the food counter deciding what to eat, B was doing his “chick magnet” act. He seems to attract the attention of every female in the area. Go B!) Then, with a more sedate B in tow, we trundled around the shop, and walked back home, still enjoying the glorious sunshine.
The day seemed magical and peaceful. I wish they could all be like that.