So my baby is six months now.
I wish I had the time and energy and brain space to write a proper, considered post. But I don't. There's too much going on right now. The book-editing project I've taken on is going well but, oh, it is a lot of work. I have a column to write. I have two kids to feed, wash, entertain and clean up after.
And I could REALLY do with a GOOD SLEEP.
OK, that's my whinge off my chest. Back to Miss T. She continues to be a delight. There are a couple of minor issues going on with her. She's developed eczema - like her brother and half the rest of the world. I was hoping she'd miss out on that one.
She's off to the neurosurgery clinic at the Children's Hospital in a few weeks. She has a flat head - like her brother before her and like half the population of Australian babies, or so it seems. I suspect they will tell us to go away and not bother them again (I think my GP is being overly cautious).
She's about to be forced to learn to go to sleep on her own. I've fallen into the (lovely) habit of feeding her until she's sleepy (not actually asleep) and popping her into her cot, where she happily dozes off without a peep. This works for us both (except that I feel like I am always feeding her). She usually wakes once a night for a feed, and sometimes not at all. So I suppose she's not relying on me to push through those sleep cycles.
She had her check-up at the early childhood clinic today and the nurse warned me about that - she said I should probably nip that in the bud before she gets older and more aware and it becomes an almighty problem.
So I suppose I will.
Just as soon as I can find some energy.
Oh and here's the only pic I could find where her eczema doesn't look too festy. Nice.
You know, all this stuff is minor. She's doing well. Doing all the right things ... except she's not really near sitting yet. And apparently that's my fault, for not giving her enough tummy time. I must do that.
Now where's that energy again?