|Huh?! Four Months!!|
It seems ridiculous. Unfathomable even. Time is literally evaporating in front of my face and my kids just keep getting bigger.
Molly moved into her own room over the weekend. Unlike the Mushroom, there was no decision made. There was no discussion, no umming and ahhing. I just put her in there for day sleeps to see how she went and when that was successful, decided to pop her down in there one night and that was that. She's gone from two wake ups to one.
I haven't taken the hammock down yet. That seems too final.
Unlike Mushroom, I am not keeping track of the time as closely. I think little Miss is 19 weeks tomorrow.
Molly has started rolling. When she can be bothered. And loves laying in the middle of the lounge room, nappy less, kicking herself around so she can see what her brother is doing. You know, pushing up with her legs and wiggling along on her back. She's pretty fast too.
She likes chewing her fingers, her rubber fish, blankets, Mummy's clothes.... She drools a lot but there's no sign of any teeth just yet.
Sleeping is hit and miss. We swing from 3 hour day sleeps to 40 minute power naps, and there's no rhyme or reason with how the day will go. We have learnt to just go with it. You may remember some stress on my part regarding sleep with my son and while I worry that she's not getting enough sleep sometimes, she's generally a very happy little girl. Ahh the lessons I have learnt!
We have lots of smiling but still no laughter. Juffin, Mushroom and I are trying our very hardest but all we can muster is a squeak. She's very, very close!
Unfortunately for Juffin, I think Molly is going to be just as chatty as Mushroom and myself. If I leave her line of sight there is major attitudal squawking, and as soon as I return, big cheeky smiles. She burbles and gurgles to herself non-stop and loves yakking away with Mushroom who likes telling her big bullshit stories.
No idea where he gets that trait from...
I'm still breastfeeding exclusively and we haven't tried a bottle yet. Stupid I know but it felt like there was plenty of time to try and now we've entered the 'fuck it's going to be a shit fight' stage so too hard basket. I know that she'll take one if she's really hungry... We've also been too broke to go anywhere anyway so really no need to attempt bottle feeding, hah!
At her four month check up last week Miss Molly weighed in at 5.25kg, and measured 58cm in length. Only 100cm more and she'll be as tall as me! We're still in 000 for clothes but not sure we will be for much longer, especially over her cloth nappy bum. Can you say teletubby?!
So here we are, two kids, both in bed sound asleep, me in bed, not far from sleep, a kitchen which needs cleaning and a partner who's focused on his maths homework...
Sidenote; Juffin commenced university study a while ago and is fucking killing it. I'm so proud of him. He's the bees knees when it comes to maths and science!
|This guy! Heart eyes!|
If I'm not preparing food, I'm cleaning up after the eating of food and then preparing food for the next meal. I shit you not.
We do cloth nappies, which means there's always washing. Hanging, taking off the line, folding, putting away... Molly is a bit of a chucker so there's her multiple outfits everyday and my spewy tops. The other day she spewed on my shirt and because of the angle it wasn't anywhere near my face where I could smell it, so I just didn't bother getting changed. I wore that spewy shirt for the rest of the afternoon. That's real life right there. At least I've trained the Mushroom to put his clothes away now, that's one male in the house who does....
So life is a bit hard of late, and the money thing is stressful. I worry that I don't play enough with the kids, that I yell at Mushroom too much, that I give in too easily when faced with coffee, chocolate and/or tantrumming three year olds, but I know that we're lucky and that's all that matters.
|Where it all started...|