Toy shopping

Today, we went out with a short list of things we specifically wanted to get for Fig, and, amazingly, we found all of them!

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Five things I’ll miss about our house

I’ve lived in this cottage for nearly six years, with Saul for nearly four of those, and with Saul and Fig for nearly five months. Or for fourteen months, if you count my pregnancy, which I think Fig does. I, and we, have been through so much here, both super high and super low. But this chapter of our lives is nearly over.

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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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Baby Box

Without even planning to do it, I have a small (note to self: buy bigger) box of baby memories already.  It started with simply the cards we got when Fig was born, and inevitably his hospital name tags, but then I couldn’t help myself adding little mementos that have come to symbolise a time in his life so far.

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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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Four month birthday

Is any mother ready for the speed at which her baby grows and learns? It feels like only yesterday that we brought Fig home from the hospital, plonked his car seat in the middle of the living room and looked at each other – what now?  He was so tiny, so fragile, so helpless, it was enough to make you weep: he couldn’t focus his eyes on anything, couldn’t hold his head up, didn’t understand anything that was happening to him.  His world was a sea of noises, smells, lights and sensations, some of which were comforting and some of which were unpleasant.  And now, four months on, he’s…he’s THIS.

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