Mother of the Year Award coming my way

Damn I suck.  We recently bought the boys (well, TBB mostly for now) a trampoline as an early Christmas present.  TBB gets some trampoline instruction in some of the classesthat he does, and it’s a great excess energy burner.

TTG has enjoyed crawling on it, and sitting on it with me while we get a very gentle bounce going.  Both kids were having a crawl on it a couple of hours ago.  They were also playing with clothespegs, have a lovely time. 

TBB decided to get down.  TTG was flat on his tummy near the edge, looking over.  I was right there.  Right fucking there.  Next thing I knew, in slow motion TTG went forward in a somersault, over the edge, and landed on the ground (on a piece of the box actually). 

He cried.  I cried.  I picked him up carefully (yes I know about spinal injuries, he needed to be moved away from the dogs).  I called DP.  Then I called an ambulance.  I couldn’t remain calm.  My actions were calm, but my voice was not, oh no, it was not.  I could barely get the words out.

By the time the ambulance arrived TTG and I had both calmed down.  I realised he still had a grip on his clothespeg.  He seemed fine.  The paramedics checked him over in the driveway and agreed that he seemed fine.  We could go to hospital if we wanted to, but they didn’t deem it necessary, nor did I.  They went over what to watch out for (with a climber we have been there many times before), then retired to their vehicle to do paperwork.

They came back inside about 15 minutes later and re-checked TTG.  He had already been climbing on a chair in the meantime.  He’s fine.  Me, not so much.  I’ve been dosing both of us with homeopathic arnica (for injury and shock).

He was just about to go for a nap when it all happened, and I’ve had to keep him awake.  The excitement was enough for a while, but he’s just had a BF and a bit of a nap.  Now to wake him up………

Communication

In the last few days TTG has started shaking his head “no” and it’s adorable!  We don’t generally say “no” to him, preferring to use words that give him a little more information such as “yucky” or “not for babies” or “hot” or whatever.  He’s shaking his head if offered food or a toy that he doesn’t want, and he’ll point to the food/toy that he does want.  Just so cute.  He also does it if he’s touching something he knows he shouldn’t, like the tv cabinet.

He’s made up his own sign for “tired” – he pats his head.  He’s been doing this for maybe a month.  I’ve always stroked his head/hair as he’s gone to sleep so I’m guessing this is where it’s come from.  He hasn’t used any “real” signs yet.

The day he started walking he also started stacking blocks too.  I remember reading about Mrs Spock’s boy doing the same a while ago and thinking it would never happen.

And it looks like we may be slowly on our way out of a potty pause, which is nice!  He’s still BFing a heap, and still being worn daily as well, really getting into backwrapping now and loving it.

Walking!!!

TBB walked at 13 months.  It would have been only days after he turned 13 months.  He was always impatient though, he would get annoyed in his sleep because he was trying to crawl and couldn’t yet.  TTG is a bit cruisier in this regard.  He’d been standing alone occasionally, and could walk along while pushing a thing on wheels, and loved standing up then hurling himself at me, or at the lounge, or down the slippery dip.  No interest in walking alone though.

Until tonight, the day before he turns 14 months.  He was standing up holding the coffee table when all of a sudden he just walked off.  Crazy!  He went a few steps then crashed, but it was so cool to see.  He did it a bit more (with camera of course), then got tired and cranky.

He’s been tired and cranky a bit lately, more teeth, separation anxiety again, and now he’s sick as well. 

I remember TBB having a very very long bout of separation anxiety, but TTG seems to be having a couple of shorter bouts.  I’m not expecting much sleep tonight given that he’s sick, and am on the watch for croup.

Why do bad things happen?

I found out yesterday that one of my beautiful MAers had her baby boy, too soon for him to survive.    I’ve known J for a few years now, and she’s been through so much, losses, surgery, a very difficult pg & birth, and now she’s lost her baby boy.  It just isn’t fair.

Profile

I love TTG’s profile.  I always kiss the bridge of his nose – it still looks just as it did on ultrasound.

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Wow.

How could this even happen???

Why B@by Bj0rns are not great

This article sums it up rather well.  I’m not an Erg0 fan either, preferring the Pikkol0 as my SSC of choice, or a good woven wrap, sometimes a MT, but the point is there.

Rottweiler vs Border Collie

In the red corner, an almost 6 year old mostly-rottweiler, weighing in at around 40kg.  In the blue corner an almost 7 year old border collie, weighing in at around 25kg.

In the middle, a pile of chicken necks, dumped by me because I didn’t want to separate them and get my hands icky.

It started off well, with all dogs getting a neck or two.  Then it turned ugly.  A brawl erupted between the two, requiring a good hosing to get them to stop.  The border collie skulked away, the rottweiler limped away.  The fat labrador ate the remaining chicken necks.

Poor rottweiler had a rather large chunk taken out of one of his front legs.  He’s doing much better now after many doses of home0athic arni.ca and some rei.ki.

Bit better

• TBB is in his bed, asleep. 
• TTG is now in our bed, asleep.
• DP is in bed going to sleep. 
• It’s quiet. 
• I’m still tired. 
• Just ate cheese & chive scones that I made yesterday. 
• Drinking hot choc. 
• Worried about the dentist. 
• Upset that younger sister is having another baby, must be nice to have things easy.  And that our mother supports and helps her when she couldn’t be bothered even coming to see me in the hosp at all, or gave a shit about me.
• Okay, very upset about that.