Photo of the week- brushing Freddie's teeth

Now that Freddie has 2 whole teeth (well mostly whole...they take a long time to get completely in) we have started brushing his teeth before bed. For at least the first week after he got his first tooth we forgot to brush it. We are so into the bedtime routine (get in PJ's, say goodnight to everything, milk, Goodnight Moon, song, in bed) that it was hard to remember to slot something else in. Now we do Pjs, teeth, goodnight to everything, milk, Goodnight Moon, song and in bed. Whew! 

A Parent Bib/"Good job Freddie"

Do bibs for parents exist? I need one. Preferably one with the arms covered too. Freddie eating a meal results in not just him but me getting covered in food as well. The midwife encouraged us to do lots of finger foods with Freddie because he will get used to feeding himself faster. So, for the last 6 weeks we have been doing a combination of finger food and mashed food. Yes, there are only two food groups now- finger and mashed.

However, he is still working on his fine motor skills so instead of bringing the food to his mouth it often ends up on his lap, on the wall, on the floor or on me. The best is when I pick him up after he is done and there is an over-cooked carrot stick stuck to his bottom. If I don't notice it quick enough then it becomes stuck to my side when I carry him to the kitchen to wash his hands. I also usually end up with a crusty collection of sweet potato, pear, squash and parsnip on my shoulder- it's like a new accessory!

Here's a clip of Freddie eating a rice cake, which brings me to my next topic of discussion- congratulating babies.

I just realized that we (parents and also pretty much anyone who encounters a baby) like to congratulate them on everything that they do. And I mean everything. The first couple weeks after he was born, we would congratulate Freddie on pooping. And burping. Now, as you can hear on the video, I even congratulate him on eating a rice cake. Am I overdoing it? Or is eating a rice cake with only two teeth worthy of a congrats?

Freddie does "the worm"

Freddie has figured out how to move! It's not a traditional crawl but more of a worm-like maneuver. Check it out!

He's actually getting really fast at it too. The baby-proofing has become a must-do instead of something just in the back of my mind. I got some foam to stick to the furniture edges and corners. What else should we take a look at? I was all set to socket covers but then I came across this article in the Telegraph suggesting otherwise.

A successful day?

What makes a day "successful?" Well, I'll tell you this much- what used to constitute a successful day has changed unbelievably since Freddie arrived. I used to think amplifying and labeling a hundred DNA samples made my day a success. Or maybe starting a Western blot, splitting cells and scoring FISH slides (my science friends will know what I'm talking about there!). Now, it's a whole different ball game.

On Thursday last week, I got up, brushed my teeth, made breakfast for William, Freddie and myself, started a load of laundry, rotated the drying laundry (such a necessity as those of you without a dryer will understand), vacuumed the whole flat, put some salmon in the oven AND made a pot of mulled wine (with individual spices- none of that bag of "mulled spices" hogwash). This took 20 minutes.

Yes, I had people coming over later and so I was extra-efficient, but STILL. That is a lot of activities for 7am. This is what Freddie was doing during all that:

The rest of the day included a walk around Holyrood Park, hosting a Christmas party for three moms and their babies and a little Christmas shopping. Now that's what I call a successful day!

Photo of the week- Freddie's gigantic stocking

Freddie in his GIANT stocking. It's so hard to judge sizes when you buy things online!

Santa is really going to have his work cut out for him with trying to fill it. It's nice and fuzzy though so it's been a fun new toy for Freddie to play with. He especially loves feeling the stitching on the edges of it. My thought for the future is to get William and I matching stockings so they all look cool hanging on the fireplace together. But, I think for this year we'll just stick with out snazzy stockings we got at the pound store a few years ago. They are beautiful in their own way! ha

Meeting Santa

Freddie met Santa for the first time EVER on Saturday. We planned to go to the Gorgie City Farm as the big man was going to be there from 12-3pm. In what can only be explained as a total overreaction, I insisted we leave the house IMMEDIATELY after Freddie's morning nap so we could be first in line to see Santa at noon. Freddie normally eats lunch around 11:45am and naps in the afternoon around 1pm so I thought if we saw Santa right at noon we could give Freddie lunch there and then be home by 1pm for the nap. What an organized mom, huh?!

So, when Freddie woke up from his morning nap at 10:45am, I herded the troops (Auntie Madge decided to come along as well) out the door a short while later. I had the lunch prepacked and a diaper bag full of diapers, wipes, bibs, extra clothes and a few toys. It must be my American roots but I thought we'd be standing in line to see Santa for at least an hour. I mean, that's what happens there, right? Santa is a popular guy!

We got to the farm at about 11:40am and I was sweating it. I thought we were way too late to catch Santa at noon as we'd surely have to wait in line for awhile. Then lunch would be thrown off and then the afternoon nap would be thrown off and before I knew it, bedtime was going to be thrown off because we'd have to put a tired Freddie to bed earlier than usual. We wandered around the (tiny) farm- past the chickens, a duck and a yellow sheep (seriously- it was mustard yellow). We saw a little blackboard sign telling us Santa was going to be at the cafe.

As we pulled open the door of the cafe, I had to laugh. There were about 6 or 7 tables, most of which sat only two. A counter stood at one end of the rectangular-shaped cafe and at the other, a sign that read "Santa's Grotto £3" hung over a chair and a small basket of wrapped presents. An older man got up from his seat at one of the tables that sat four and kindly offered to move to a smaller table so we could have his. We got tea and scones from the nice yet no-nonsense girl at the counter and started Freddie on his lunch. There were about 3 or 4 other groups there with a kid or two but that was it. No line. No waiting for an hour.

Mr. Claus waltzed through the cafe door at about five past twelve (fashionably late) and a couple families clapped. One girl, who was probably about 4, shouted "He's here! He's here!!" Santa and his elf headed for the grotto and one by one, over the course of about 15 minutes, everyone went and saw Santa. Literally- it only took fifteen minutes for EVERYONE to see him, take a picture and get a present. Here's a couple pics of Freddie with Santa. He was very intrigued by him and, in particular, his beard.

So, that was it! We had a great time and were outta there by 12:30, home by 1 and the lunch and the nap and the day and everything was perfect! Is this the way seeing Santa normally goes in the UK or did we just get lucky? A lot of people wait in line for awhile in the USA, right? Or have I been gone so long my memory has added 30 to 45 minutes?

Photo of the week- Freddie lounging

Freddie loungin' on our new couch. We had somewhat of a rough night last night (I think Freddie's getting a new tooth!) so today was a day for the PJ's and couch.

I joined him for a snuggle and we put our feet up together. After almost 2 months with nothing to sit on, we really appreciate now having a couch and recliner.

Someone, who shall remain nameless, thought the recliner option was a bit overkill but I insisted. There's nothing like having the ability to lean back and put your pegs on something. And- it saves us room in the end because we don't have to get a footrest or coffee table. Fine- you got it out of me- it was William! He thought I was ridiculous going for something other than just a standard armchair but now he loves it just as much as I do. (I won't say "I told you so" I won't say "I told you so" I won't say "I told you so")

Do your ears hang low

Songs geared towards kids are typically upbeat, catchy and REPETITIVE. I never fully realized this until I had Freddie. When William and I were deciding what to do for a bedtime routine for him we started singing "Mary had a little lamb"  because it was the only song we could (collectively) remember the words to. This was when he was 2 weeks old. Fast forward over 6 months to the present day and we have now sung "Mary had a little lamb" hundreds and hundreds of times. Possibly even a thousand. Will we ever change it? NO, because we are in fear that if we change the song he won't go to bed. Irrational but still, we won't risk it. Sometimes William sings "Twinkle twinkle" just to mix things up and, I have to admit, every time he does it my heart skips a beat.  

Songs aren't just useful at bedtime. I sing Freddie songs when I change his diaper, put him down for a nap and any other time during the day when I am trying to distract him or put something off (nap, meal, milk etc.). The other day he took a short afternoon nap and, as a result, was somewhat cranky in the evening. I sang "Row row row your boat," "You are my sunshine," "Mr Sun Sun," "This little light of mine," "I see the moon," "Baa baa black sheep," and then- when I was pretty much at the end of my repertoire I suddenly, out of the blue, came out with "Do your ears hang low, do they wobble to and fro, can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow, can you throw 'em over your shoulder like a continental soldier, do your ears hanggggggggggg low."

I don't think I've sung that song in years and have no idea how it came to me but I'm sure thankful it did. It was a HUGE hit. If anyone has any other kids songs I can add to my bank please let me know. Or if anyone knows the rest of the words to "Do your ears hang low?" Or is that it?