Amelia and I have been so busy I haven’t had chance to post in a long time. Between work, uni exams and the little lady turning one there’s just been no time to sit down and write.
Our little baby is turning into her own person. She’s got such a caring nature and always shares her food – even if you don’t want her chewed up raisins!
She runs around everywhere scaring the life out of my mum – her Nan- on a regular basis.
It wouldn’t be a post about Amelia if it didn’t involve food. Our princess is ruled by food! I can’t identify her favourite snack because she will eat everything and anything. She loves beans at the moment and picks out the kidney beans and butter beans in her dinners first.
We let her lose at nanny’s with an ice cream the other day. Below is the aftermath!
The weather has been lovely the last few weeks and Amelia has thoroughly enjoyed spending time outside. She is particularly pale like me so sun cream is a must but seeing her little smiling face as she runs round is worth the tantrum she has when I’m trying to cover her in lotion.
We’ve made more cakes than I can include photos of – Amelia’s favourite pet is stealing a melted chocolate covered spoon and running away. Below is the latest one:
We’ve gone to soft play, to the park, to the zoo and to lots of places I’ve probably forgotten to mention.
(the featured image is off our comfy area where we spent one Saturday snuggled up with snacks and watching movies – obviously Amelia was more interested in the snack part but we tried)
I can’t believe how quickly this year has gone!
There isn’t really a specific point to this post. More just to say that it’s okay to prioritise different things for a while. And for me enjoying my time with my baby girl has been more important than writing.
One year up date:
Favourite thing to do: run around holding a pack of raisins
Favourite food: blueberries, strawberries and sausage rolls fresh out of the oven
Favourite word: mamma
Favourite song: fortnite theme tune (yes she dances from the minute daddy turns it on)
Favourite toy: her baby. Amelia strokes her hair and shares her dummy with her. Baby also gets pulled round by the neck. We are working on the gentle part
Favourite day out: drusillas zoo. Amelia loved running round in her swim nappy in the water area
Cutest feature: her little chubby thighs and big blue eyes with long eye lashes
Favourite treat: chocolate cake (this is nanny’s birthday cake)
Amelia Skye you are growing up so quickly!
Ten month check
Going into it we knew Amelia’s was going to go well. The checklist came through when she was nine months and she could do everything on it then.
But we could never have imagined it going as well as it did. The health visitor that carried out the check marked Amelia 60/60 on every category and said her mental and physical abilities were more that of a two year old and we should ask her preschool – when she goes – to adjust her activities to match that.
What does it really mean?
Well anyone who knows Amelia will know she is unusually active and extremely noisy. She’s been able to climb out of her cot for months, has no trouble with stairs and is never still – even in her sleep she kicks her legs. She wiggles in time to music and waves good bye whenever you leave a room, normally with very little encouragement.
She says four very clear words – Mum dad dig and Nan. She also says all the variations. Mummy mumma daddy dada ect. She tries to copy you when you speak and will try and sing along to music.
Amelia’s favourite foods are pretty much all fruits and vegetable. On a normal day she has rice crispies and fruit for breakfast, morning snack of fruit, lunch of cheese and crackers with dried fruit, rice crackers for afternoon snack and dinner of steamed veggies with a small portion of meat or my veggie option. The health visitor looked very surprised when I told her this. She said it was very unusal to have a parent balance her diet as well as we had, which makes me wonder what are other people feeding their little ones? Amelia just has smaller helpings of what we do. Are we that healthy?
While I am very proud of her and pleased that the health visitor put it down to our parenting I do know that not all babies are so far ahead.
Some little ones need a bit of extra help in certain areas. And there is nothing wrong with that! Having a baby is not a competition. Babies will do things when they are good and ready and if that means with extra support than that is absolutely fine. As long as they are happy and well looked after the rest will fall into place.
here is a picture of my little princess eating her favourite snack – banana
I don’t like the term young Mum. It has a few connotations that are insulting and I’ve heard it used in derogatory ways. ‘Oh another young mum’ ‘young mums always take up all the room on the bus’ ‘young mums shouldn’t be having babies in the first place’ ‘young mums are always on benefits’.
The latter implies that only ‘young’ mums claim benefits and that they are neither deserving nor entitled to them.
I personally am not on benefits and have not been previously. I’ve managed to balance working and being a mum with relative ease. Benefits are there for those who need them and I haven’t needed them.
But I have encountered a lot of people who have assumed that I don’t work and claim benefits. Sure start vouchers are vouchers available for those on benefits to buy fresh fruit and milk and formula for their little ones (if you are reading this in the UK and think you qualify for them and don’t get them then definitely have a look at applying for them.) Today I went to my local supermarket and was informed at the checkout that they could accept my milk vouchers. This was surprising to me as I hadn’t asked and I hadn’t handed over any vouchers. When I told the lady that I didn’t get them she looked equally surprised.
Now I know she meant well and was very polite but if I was older would she have made the same assumption?
I’ve encountered similar assumptions elsewhere. When I’ve taken Amelia to the Doctors quite often my age is brought up. Being a parent is a learning curve the first time round whether you are 16 or 32. Yes the 32 year old may have more life experience but that doesn’t mean they will be a better parent or find it easier. The 16 year old may have been looking after young siblings, the 32 year old may never have held a new born.
If you’ve had any experiences you’d like to share then please comment below or send me a message on my ‘contact us’ page.
Here is a picture of Amelia eyeing up the other little ones when we did the food shop this morning.
9 month update
Amelia’s first tooth
A week ago today the little monkey bit me with her first tooth where it had started poking through. She now uses it to chomp on everything: fingers, noses, chocolate buttons, toes. All the tasty things right?
Amelia’s first pancake day
Yesterday was a day to enjoy lots of sugary chocolatey pancakes. I confess, Amelia has had them before, but she had one with Nutella and mini marshmallows. The little monster loved it.
And today is Amelias first Valentine’s Day so
I thought I’d be extra cute and get her a vest that says ‘daddy’s valentine’. I put her in it at 9:30 and it is currently (an hour later) in the washing machine. As her daddy put it: she did her business and it went all up her back and so the vest isn’t as cute now.
Thankfully I snapped a few photos before this happened. They aren’t the best but they are adorable and the best I’m going to get. I didn’t even get chance to put her matching red leggings and red hoodie on. But there we are.
Other nine month achievements:
Walking when holding someone’s hands.
Climbing up stairs.
Opening her snack cupboard and helping herself.
Trying to climb in the toilet.
Having a nearly-toddler is frustrating, funny and full of surprises. (The valentines vest is proof of the frustrating. Try and do something cute and it lasts an hour.)
Amelia is 8 months old a week tomorrow – I know where has the time gone?
She can say Mum, dad and Nan and chatters non stop.
The most surprising development is this morning she woke up and started crawling out of the blue. Me and my mum were both fairly certain Amelia would skip the crawling stage and just walk – my brother did pretty much exactly that and was walking unaided by 9 months. But the little lady decided to surprise us all.
She often spends from 4am onwards in bed with rob and I. I have gotten used to being woken up by little hands pulling at my hair. Amelia woke us up this morning by chatting away ‘dadda dad Daddy dadda’. She pulled herself up so that she was sitting in her little sleeping bag – on a side note if your baby doesn’t have a sleeping bag then go and buy one. Amelia has slept so much better since having hers.
We took amelias sleeping bag off so we could change her nappy and as soon as she was free she started rolling around the floor. Neither of us could believe it when she managed to crawl the length of the bed and back five times! Yes it’s an army crawl but as the days gone on she’s got better and better at using her arms.
My little titchy tot isn’t so little anymore.
This week I have a very poorly bubba. She has her first cold and her poor little face is so pale and sad. Her nose is streaming, her cheeks and nose are all red and she has the cutest little cough.
But she’s still a smiley little baby and her little face lights up when her daddy walks in.
Yesterday was the worst day for her cold, although Friday and Saturday she was sneezing a lot and doing her cute, tongue sticking out cough. Last night she didn’t fall asleep until half past eleven, when she normally goes to bed around half past seven, and she’s been napping every half an hour or so today.
I’ve taken the day off of uni to look after my poorly little lady and we are snuggled up on the sofa. Amelia is dosed up on calpol and has her softest trousers and jumper on. She’s had her lunch and her breakfast so thankfully I know she’s not hungry or dehydrated but she’s very sniffly and her breathing is very loud when she’s asleep. She’s dribbling like a tap and her top two teeth have nearly cut her gums so she’s not having a good time of it at the moment.
I’m hoping she will sleep it off and her horrible cold will be gone as quickly as it appeared. She still smiles for the camera, please excuse all the dribble down her top.
These days people are so quick to wish their lives away; can’t wait for the weekend, can’t wait to finish school, can’t wait for my holiday, can’t wait for my baby to sleep through the night.
The Earth has been here for more years than any of us can begin to fathom. We are here for so little time in comparison.
I am making a conscious effort not to wish Amelia’s childhood away. Every time she wakes in the night I don’t think of it as an annoyance or an inconvenience. It’s what baby’s do. Instead I let her snuggle into bed next to me and am grateful that I am that comfort for her.
Every time she smiles I treasure it, equally when she cries I love cuddling her to make it better.
My titchy princess is growing up so quickly already. She’s sitting, eating proper food, trying to crawl, jumping in her jumperoo. As I write this she is asleep on my lap.
So take the time to cuddle them a bit longer, give them that attention they are craving. Because they won’t be small forever.
Mum and I took Amelia shopping yesterday afternoon. By the end of our trip we were all hungry so decided to stop in Poppyfields pub and rotisserie on the way home. When we got there Amelia was asleep in her car seat so we carried her inside in it. The mother at the table across from us had my sympathy immediately. Her little girl was having a major tantrum, chucking anything in reach of her high chair on the floor. Menus, cutlery, napkins, sauce, chips, everything.
Mum ordered a hunters chicken and I ordered macaroni cheese – a pleasant surprise as on my last visit the main vegetarian option was a beetroot curry.
By the time our food came out Amelia was awake and I prepared for a tantrum like the Mum on the other table had had to deal with. But Amelia was an angel. She sat in her high chair and happily ate her Ella’s kitchen sweet potato and parsnip purée. I was so proud of her. My tiny baby all grown up eating her dinner in her high chair.