A helping hand

Always eager to help, Fig’s latest offering is a tiny hand to steady the umbrella on a rainy, windy day in Manchester.

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My little adventure baby

I heard about Adventure Babies on the grapevine. By which I mean a Grandma told me about it one week at the local library’s Rhyme Time session. Basically, she said, your baby gets to roll around in the kind of nonsense you’d never let him roll around in at home, even though you know he’ll love it. Or words to that effect. I was sold. Fig gets messy but the house doesn’t? Sign me up.

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Eighth and ninth month birthday

Time, as you know, flies. At supersonic, Concordian speed. My baby is already two thirds of a year old, and I cannot believe there was ever a me before him. And yet at the same time, I cannot believe he’s really mine. Crazy. Being a parent, I have come to realise, is all about dichotomy.

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Baby wearing

As you know, I’m a big fan of baby carriers. They make getting about in shops much easier than a pushchair, and out in the open air, allow us to go places we simply couldn’t even consider with a pram, even a fairly off-road one. Fig much prefers being worn to being pushed, so we never leave the house without a trusty carrier.

We had always used the Babybjorn Original, but Fig was getting too heavy for it, and was ready to face out, so we needed a new one. Initially, I was going to blindly buy the next size up ‘Bjorn, but something made me do a little research, and I was a little unhappy to find that it isn’t considered as good a carrier as I’d thought, and for one very simple reason…

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Little Bird

I’m so bored with dressing Fig in varying shades of blue and grey – have you been round the baby boy sections of clothes shops? It’s like shopping in the army and navy stores! They’re babies! Brights, please! And as if Jools Oliver, of all people, heard my cries of baby-boy-dressing woe, she created Little Bird for Mothercare. OK, she created it a few years ago, but I didn’t have a baby then. The sales assistant, as I bought most of the range in a frantic binge, said that people tend to either love or loathe the seventies throwback look she specialises in, and I can understand that, but for me, a kid in the eighties, this is how little boys should look. I LOVE it! Fig is now ready for Stranger Things Season 2.

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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