Forgive the lack of words but times each picture by 1000 and there you have the past few weeks!!!
He is now in his third week at pre-school.
The first two weeks were tough. He was so very tired. Considering that he’s had two full days at nursery since before he was one, and he is now having three hours a morning but five days a week I was surprised how tired he was.
His class is 16 children with only 3 or 4 girls! There are tons of boys!! And when we go to collect them, the boys all run ahead and excitedly call out to their Mums waiting at the gate. Except Joel! Who for two weeks had to be pulled along by one of the teachers.
But this week he has walked along with a new friend called Oliver who is the biggest boy in the class. He looks about 7! But Joel hasn’t noticed that. They talk about books, and Joel tells him the story of Room on the Broom and they both like dragons and dinosaurs. And they plan play dates and want to visit each other’s houses. All very cute.
He is not so tired now of an afternoon. And he is getting a lot out of it. He is learning to write his name and recognise letters. He loves to tell me what numbers he can see on the houses as we pass by them although he seems to read right to left, rather than left to right at the moment.
It’s nice being on maternity leave and able to drop off and collect him. In December he will go back to the big room at nursery one afternoon a week, then in January he will have two afternoons a week there.
He really is growing up so fast. I have the Timehop app installed and love looking back at my facebook pictures from the last seven years. In the last year my toddler with chubby cheeks has gone, and I now have a boy!!
And he is so funny and chatty, and clever! I can’t believe its nearly time to sign him up to proper school!! Wah!!!
Josiah has been a bit poorly. It’s his first ever lurgy bug and could explain why he’s been so unsettled at night, that plus teething, plus weaning. It’s a tough time for him. And me.
We had our weekend with the in-laws last weekend. As much as we enjoy a weekend in Devon I do not enjoy the packing of stuff, the long car journey and the constant traffic jams around Birmingham and Bristol. Going down took an extra two hours than normal. Coming back was wretched. Josiah cried from Exeter to Gloucester. We stopped three times. He was not hungry, his nappy was fine, he was objecting loudly to being trapped in his car seat and by Gloucester he had a raging temperature. I dosed him with Calpol and Steve walked him round the new services station at J11 on the M5. By the time he was back in the car he was sound asleep within minutes and the final hour of the journey was peaceful and we transferred both boys over to their beds. I was up then three times in the night with Josiah and at 6am with Joel, whilst Steve headed off at 4.30am to film all day in Oxford.
We are one tired and grouchy family this week.
Anyway, Josiah didn’t seem to be getting better so on Tuesday morning after another bad night where I struggled with his temperature I took him to the Dr’s. She said he was getting a chest infection and prescribed antibiotics. The next day he was almost worse and now he had an upset tummy. After three cot sheet changes due to explosive diarrhoea nappies and his temperature shooting up again I panicked and rushed him back to the doctors. We saw a different one who said it wasn’t a chest infection so to stop the medicine as it was upsetting him, to keep on with the calpol and as it was just viral, it should peter out in a few days.
That night I settled him and popped next door to drink wine with my neighbour. She has two boys of similar ages and is having a tough time with their youngest being seriously poorly so whatever I’m going through its ten times worse for her. When I went home at 10pm I found my youngest sitting next to Daddy, looking seriously awake and waving the remote control around. He had no temperature and was suddenly feeling much better and wanted to make up for the extra sleepy times he’d had over the past four days.
So we sat up till midnight playing with all his toys. And he was sitting!! Although the remote control seems to be his new favourite. And he always manages to mute the tv somehow.
Since being on maternity I have worked my way through Buffy the Vampire Slayer series 1-7, and The American Office series 1-9 so I feel a bit sad they have ended now. Steve still wants me to watch Breaking Bad but he’s watched it all three times and watches me watching things which is ever so annoying. I’ve watched a few episodes of Arrow which I like. But I guess I have achieved my tv watching goal! With Joel I watched all of Desperate Housewives.
Anyway, I have now got to do the school run. Steve is asleep in bed, as is Josiah so I may leave them too it and just walk Joel round. Life feels like a mad rush at the moment. I’m hoping it will settle down very soon.
It’s taken a while but I think we are getting back on the weaning track with Josiah.
I took him to get weighed on Tuesday and he has dropped on his centile chart again. One of the HV’s made me feel a bit upset about it, but she was a visiting one, and my normal HV was lovely and said it wasn’t too bad. He’s cutting a top tooth at the moment so that could have hindered things. and he’s been rolling around like a trooper so burning more energy now.
Anyway, it’s taken a while and he still won’t eat puree, or breakfast mush. I try to offer weetabix and he’ll take about 3 spoons then clam up. He won’t hold cooked vegetables or fruits, but will hold dry finger foods like breads and baby snacks. However, he will eat mashed ‘proper’ food. It takes a bit of distraction but I feel I’m getting food into him now. It’s not really baby led weaning any more as I am feeding him but we have skipped the puree stage.
Today I cooked some ‘eggy crumpets’ (like the bread but with crumpets obviously and fried until cooked through!) and he ate a few chunks of that, then some grapes (peeled and halved) and a couple of slices of nectarines and that was lunch. I’d put a fruity beef casserole in my slow cooker this morning and made mashed potatoes with cheesy swede puree and we had that for dinner and he ate a good few spoons of mash with beef gravy (baby stock cubes) and swede. I was really pleased.
He seems to be feeding less from me which I guess is a good sign he’s getting enough from his food now. But he is still wanting his nighttime feeds and I’m sure I’ll miss our quiet feeding cuddle times when they’re gone so although I’m tired beyond belief at the moment I shall try to enjoy them whilst they are still wanted.
Here is Josiah munching and being messy with blueberry drop scones 🙂 There are lots of ways of hiding fruit and veg into what he will eat 🙂
Joel has had his first week of pre-school now that the new term has begun.
I have had to start setting an alarm! We have to drop him off at school at 8.50 every morning and collect him at 11.50. By the time he’s there and I’m home again, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of time before I’m going to collect him again. I am trying to be organised now, laying out clothes the night before, using my slow cooker every morning so I don’t have to think about dinner when we’re all tired and fed up.
He has been crazy tired this past week. He even had to nap on Wednesday and last night fell asleep at 5.30 having not eaten any dinner. It’s less time, but I guess being in a group of his own age where they are kept busy has taken its toll. He got up at 3am and climbed into our bed. Steve shifted onto my side so I left them to it and got into the spare bed in Josiah’s room and he came in with me for a feed. Then at some point decided sleeping next to me was too squishy and headbutted me until I returned him to his cot. So I went and got into Joel’s bed which was really comfy. On waking to Josiah’s cry at 6.40 I fed him and discovered that Joel had wet our bed, having been asleep since 5.30. It didn’t even occur to us to lift him at 10 or anything sensible like that. At least it was on Steve’s side!!
Anyway, back to school – one of their first activities was painting a self portrait of their face. Joel came home to tell me he’d been painting and that his eyes were greeny brown! The teacher ‘Tina’ told me that they do the same activity at the end of the year and it’s amazing to see the differences!!
The other stress of my newly structured day is the pressure of the mums at the gate. And I know this sounds silly and I shouldn’t be bothered but they all look so young and fresh! I stagger up pushing my buggy and feel as though I look awful. One of the mums has a 4 week old baby and is trimmer than I’ve ever been in my life. At the moment Josiah is teething and with starting school Joel has been very unsettled and the consequence has been that I am up 4-5 times a night and am walking about in a daze at the moment.
Every morning Joel is so happy to be awake and looking forward to ‘school time’ and with having every afternoon to fill I’m taking him out to fill the time, the local wildlife centre, the park, I pack sandwiches and off we head, but I’m not getting much cleaning done or house sorting!
I do love this time of year though. I wonder whether my Mum felt like this with three of us to sort out once term began.