Tuesday, February 21

4 months old & trying to crawl

I need arms like an orang utan to reach around my son to the keyboard. And as many as an octopus to keep his feet from helping me typeB !hjn I;'m going to kleave the Braedenisms in (and cp9olour them foor your entertainmenf) .. hang on .. turn kidlet around and get him to stand peering/wriggling overmy shoulder .. stop to adjust collapsible kidle6t who has sat down and wants to lie on the keyboard.. adjust again because child wants to do the splits..

Ah stuff this../ brb

Okay. Kidlet now in cot but not tucked in because he likes to do his own wind-down time. This usually means at least one rescue mission mounted to retrieve him from a face down mattress munching strugglefest.

That body wants to be mobile, but hasn't quite worked out the kinks yet ;-)

Brb.. I hear grunty squawks..

Rightyho. Dummy retrieved & replaced, and Braeden's answer to that was to immediately roll over on to his right side and cuddle up to his sleepybyebye bear that Mum knitted him. I decided the bear needed a face so I got my embroidery silks out and.. well.. have YOU ever tried to freestyle stitch a face on a knitted item stuffed with cotton balls? Not my best work, and the expression could be considered that of either great pain or maniacal amusement. Braeden doesn't care, and Mum wasn't offended, so it's all good. By the time he's old enough to take a closer look at the face, it will probably be forever etched into a good memory.

I've got photos, and I will get around to putting them up, I promise.

Ahhh I hear loud silence coming over the monitor. My grumblemunchkin is asleep within five minutes of being put to bed. What a good baby!

Braeden continues to develop a bit more each day, which is totally cool & awesome and all that, but also means more work for me because he's constantly getting cast on his tummy and gets into strange positions with his playgym that I'm sure the manufacturers never thought possible. He expects to have at least a minute or two standing upright in each play session, and stands very straight and strong. Just before, I answered my email and did a bit of internet banking with His Majesty standing on my desk, leaning against my chest and both his arms akimbo over my shoulders as he vigourously sucked his hand and mumbled deep & meaningfuls at the office wall. Bit scary tho.. his nappied butt is right beside my cheek when he does that, and remember, this kid can fart for NZ (should they ever make it an Olympic sport!).

Anyhoo, this is a precious bit of the day (20 minutes to grab some lunch & make some phone calls) so I'm off now to have some "Karl time". Before I forget though, top marks to Dad who babysat his son for the first extended time ever on Wednesday, allowing me to spend most of the day helping a client in town. A major wrench for me to be away from my son, but both my boys did splendidly. Wayne actually got baby to sleep **twice**, and there were no major dramas anywhere. I think they enjoyed each other, but both appeared very pleased to see me when I got back ;-)

They're doing it again tomorrow... as long as Wayne remembers to follow Braeden's schedule (carefully written down), they should be fine.

And remember, if he's fed, burped, clean nappy, etc etc & he's STILL cranky, remove all his clothes. Guaranteed to turn that frown upside down.

(the baby, NOT the father. Although... ;-)

3 Comments:

Blogger Mamabeek said...

Standing at 4 months! Wow. Ok it's not official standing, but still and all. This kidlet never ceases to amaze me!

Gotta weigh in on my pet peeve. Wayne is Daddy therefore he cannot babysit Braedon... it's called PARENTING!!! ;p That said it's good to hear he's getting more familiar with the kidkeeping part of his job.

So how are those little blue birdlets doing? And how is your business getting on?

7:34 am  
Blogger Karl said...

Hey guys :-) Thanks for the comments! Yeah, Mb, you're absolutely right (slaps self upside the head). It's not babysitting and it's only my assumption that I'm #1 in baby's life that so unfairly relegated Daddy to the role of hired help, LOL.

Re the Barrabands.. good news and bad, I'm afraid. The older chicks fledged and we hoped the parents would lavish more attention on the littlest one, but the opposite happened. So each day Wayne would take the mostly-feathered baby out of the nest box and put him in the foliage, whereupon Daddy Barraband swooped down and started stuffing the baby senseless. Each night Wayne would retrieve the baby from his warm bivouac in the shrubbery and return him to the nest box, and we thought things were going well. Then one morning he discovered baby dead in the nest box for no apparent reason. Full crop too. The weather had been pleasantly warm, he looked very healthy (considering he was dead) - just up and died. Bugger :-( What's even sadder is that he was the only male chick.

9:33 am  
Blogger Mamabeek said...

Aw.... that's too bad Karl. Maybe next round.

8:08 pm  

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