George started crawling when he was five months and one week old. First we had rolling and I was fine with that. Soon after he worked out how to get onto all fours and again I was okay with that. But then he started moving. He'd rock and stretch and lose balance a topple and squirm but slowly he started moving forwards. Then the muscles got stronger and the coordination improved. Unlike Alby he never went backwards instead he's come up with this bunny hop technique with his legs propelling him forwards when he gets tired. He hasn't totally mastered it yet and the effort can wear him out but he' reached the six month milestone having learnt to crawl before he could properly sit up and I do not approve.
And then on Thursday, the day he turned six months, I disapproved some more when he mastered sitting up unaided. I remember sitting a lot with Alby helping him to get his balance in those early months so he wouldn't just face plant but I can't claim the same memories with George. He's basically sorted it out himself. He worked out how to tuck his legs under him and push back when crawling to get into the sitting position and over the past week has become increasingly upright so now he sits fine. And I do not approve.
I went to a wedding yesterday where there was a little girl two weeks older than George who can't sit at all let alone crawl. That I fully approve of. Time moves too quickly anyway without George rushing it along little goblin.
Of course we've had a good number of accidents with this early learning silliness. In the past week he crawled off the bed (my bad really for leaving Alby to supervise for the two minutes I turned my back on them both) he rolled against a hot pipe and burnt his skin, he got trapped under the bunk beds, the tv unit and his swing seat and has banged his head in every possible corner in the house. I guess I should claim a silver lining in the fact that all the bumps give me extra cuddle time but I'm afraid I'm too busy disapproving.
Sunday, 11 October 2015
A spoonful of Alby...
Mary Poppins called for a spoonful of sugar, for others it's all about chicken soup for the soul. To get a smile on my face I just need a little time with my boys.
There's Percy with his down ears, wagging stump, play bows and random bashy paw. He is so cute it's no wonder we were stopped by an artist the other day who wanted him as her model (I obviously said yes).
There's Mark who knows how to enjoy every day and how to be nice to those around him better than anyone else I know. Mark, who finds himself the funniest man around, especially today it would seem when he laughed at his own hilarity about ten times in just a few hours.
And then there's the little ones.
George my cute, adorable,cheeky little baby whose face lights up when he smiles. George who just this week learnt how to sit up unaided (rather then toppling to the side or showing off his yoga moves getting head to floor with legs outstretched). Who can now crawl all around the house and who is as pleased as punch with himself for such even with the occasional bunny hops or topples thrown in. George who had his first taste of solids on Thursday (apple slices) followed promptly with baby rice making a mess I had forgotten was possible.
And finally Alby. My daily (sometimes hourly) spoonful of sugar.
Alby was watching a film the other day and came away from it with the saying "you mess with him, you mess with me." Not very cute or funny when spoken out loud by me but have an almost four year old say it whilst gesticulating wildly with both hands and you discover your day is now complete.
Alby who learnt that in America they call 'Autumn' 'fall' because that's when the leaves fall and who responded with "yes, and they don't call it golf in America they call it molf. No. No actually mummy they call it hitter". Alby who is very excited about his upcoming "formally one" party but hopes all the children understand that it will be very loud as racing cars are very loud. Alby who loves to sing / scream along to the most cheesiest of Disney songs in the car with me and then concludes by saying "we're very clever aren't we mummy." Yes Alby, yes we are.
There's Percy with his down ears, wagging stump, play bows and random bashy paw. He is so cute it's no wonder we were stopped by an artist the other day who wanted him as her model (I obviously said yes).
There's Mark who knows how to enjoy every day and how to be nice to those around him better than anyone else I know. Mark, who finds himself the funniest man around, especially today it would seem when he laughed at his own hilarity about ten times in just a few hours.
And then there's the little ones.
George my cute, adorable,cheeky little baby whose face lights up when he smiles. George who just this week learnt how to sit up unaided (rather then toppling to the side or showing off his yoga moves getting head to floor with legs outstretched). Who can now crawl all around the house and who is as pleased as punch with himself for such even with the occasional bunny hops or topples thrown in. George who had his first taste of solids on Thursday (apple slices) followed promptly with baby rice making a mess I had forgotten was possible.
And finally Alby. My daily (sometimes hourly) spoonful of sugar.
Alby was watching a film the other day and came away from it with the saying "you mess with him, you mess with me." Not very cute or funny when spoken out loud by me but have an almost four year old say it whilst gesticulating wildly with both hands and you discover your day is now complete.
Alby who learnt that in America they call 'Autumn' 'fall' because that's when the leaves fall and who responded with "yes, and they don't call it golf in America they call it molf. No. No actually mummy they call it hitter". Alby who is very excited about his upcoming "formally one" party but hopes all the children understand that it will be very loud as racing cars are very loud. Alby who loves to sing / scream along to the most cheesiest of Disney songs in the car with me and then concludes by saying "we're very clever aren't we mummy." Yes Alby, yes we are.
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