Babyproofing Pt1

We have an attic which started off being Saul’s office slash spare bedroom. That description has since expanded to include playroom. Now I’ll be the first to admit that an office (computer cables etc) is probably the worst space to double up as a playroom, but in this case, it actually does work. It’s the only room in the house with lots of empty floor for Fig to crawl around, and as he’ll never be there without one of us, keeping him away from the desk has so far not been an issue.  I’ll let you know how that goes as he becomes ever more mobile… However, the room does have two BIG safety issues – the stairs, and the spindles. So we’ve started babyproofing.

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Eroica Britannia 2017

So festival season is upon us, and we kicked it off with our annual favourite, Eroica Britannia. It’s so middle class and family friendly, we always feel slightly embarrassed to be going, but we love cycling, and we love our bikes, and though they (the bikes) have never actually made it to this outrageously fun cycling festival in the Peak District yet, we also love just being around other bikey nuts and “wow”ing at the Bianchis and Pashleys we’ll only ever own if we win the lottery. And of course, this year was Fig’s first of many Eroicas.

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More on weaning

Well, it is kinda taking over our lives…

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Weaning – how’s that working out for us?

Fig has been trying solid food properly for about ten days now. By properly, I mean in a more organised and concerted way than we were doing when we started. He was pre-six-months then, so it was just a case of putting a few cucumber sticks in front of him every now and again and seeing what he did with them. Actually, that was really useful, because it gave him practice in picking up sticks of food, and he’s now a bit of an expert on that front. But we’ve been consciously doing a mixture of baby-led weaning and traditional spoon fed mush, and Fig’s really getting into it now.

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What to do with a laughing baby

Fig’s laugh these days is so frequent, so full-on and so infectious that we’ve become a house of mirth, as Edith Wharton would have it.  Here, daddy is listing foodstuffs, to Fig’s gurgling delight. The funniest food, you may be surprised to discover, is a bacon sandwich… with horseradish.

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Unbunging up baby

It’s winter, colds abound, and I guess we’ve been lucky that Fig hasn’t had one until now. The younger a baby is, the more poorly they seem when they get ill, I think; that didn’t stop me panicking like crazy about our robust little four-month-old when he started really struggling to breath on the way back from the Trafford Centre today.

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