Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Make it stop...

...time that is, or at the very least the hectic pace.

Life has been v v busy of late. We're currently all sick bar mr hissychick and after several months of a catnapping bub, an almost three year olds deciding to abandon a decent night's sleep just after i'd made my peace with the fact that she won't ever nap in the day again, toilet training issues and the return of my period I've kind of...snapped.

Am irritated by the state of the house, the fact that I can't seem to get myself organised on a day to day basis let alone my life in any semblance of order (where to next? work? do we move? or what?)...

But still.

After the storm comes the calm. Well sort of. Big miss is back to sleeping ok at night and little miss has started to extend her day naps (touch wood touch wood touch wood), no longer needing to be fed to sleep but still enjoying a cuddle until sleepy as we slowly and gently teach her to self settle.

Little miss is also now rolling from back to tummy and can turn 360 deg when on her tummy. She even attempted to get up on her knees yesterday so it looks like crawling is not far away. She giggles at her older sister's antics, adores the jolly jumper, loves to give 'kisses' by eating my chin/cheek/shoulder and it looks like her first two teeth might pop through shortly.

I'm also very proud of the fact that we've almost made it to six months of exclusive breastfeeding. Just have to get through this current period of chest cold related breast refusal.

Big miss had a developmental check up yesterday. She is now officially one metre tall at 2 years and ten months of age (97th percentile). Looks like she fooled everyone and will be tall just like mum after all. Weighing in at round 17 and a half kilos, the gap between percentiles for weight and height is narrowing rapidly so I can finally stop fretting. Woo hoo.

Her clever clogs status was officially recognised too. When the nurse was running through the basic checklist and came to the question about whether she could build a block tower, cheeky monkey girl calmly went over to the play table and built one before correctly told the nurse that there were eleven blocks in said tower. She also read out 100, 90, 80, 70 and 60 on the height chart, and said that the Elmo picture on the wall had the letter E next to it (which it did). And at the end of the appointment when the nurse told her to go home and look after her sick mummy she said that she would check me with the stethoscope when she got home.

Ahhh my girls, growing so quickly, so beautiful, my whole world.