Yup, we got another cat. One was probably enough really, and  Margot really is very sweet, but being a cat lady is rather tricky with just the one cat. Plus look at this little face! I could not have just forgotten him once I saw him. 

Meet Galahad! 

   He’s just 8 weeks old and seriously tiny, but he seems to think he’s a great big lion. He has no fear of Margot or Seb at all and isn’t afraid to tell them off when they’re getting on his nerves. 
    He’s a much more snuggly cat than Margot, who has never really liked to sit in your lap and purr. Galahad likes to sleep on our shoulders, even as we walk around the house. I’m hoping he either grows out of that or doesn’t get too heavy! 


Nine Months

I didn’t do this last month, and so much has changed since Iris was just seven months old.


The past 273 days have been pretty amazing, thanks to this little whirlwind. She’s so full of character now, I find myself laughing at her all day long.

I guess the biggest change in the last two months is that she’s fully mobile. She started commando crawling at seven months and was crawling properly within a couple of weeks. She quickly gained speed and confidence, and now almost never falls over. A few times she has crawled straight into the wall though, where she’s been looking at the floor instead of ahead. In the last two weeks she’s changed her crawling style again, and now prefers to be on her hands and feet, bum right up in the air. My mum says its reminds her of Mowgli in The Jungle Book.  She pulls herself to standing too now, but isn’t that stable. I’m trying to let my fear go and let her explore, but it does frighten me when she’s clinging to the sofa and wobbling around. Even more so when she insists on standing up in the bath! I got her a push along walker from the charity shop, but she doesn’t get it yet. She pushes it along but her feet don’t follow. I have to remain close to prevent her landing on her nose! She has a sit in walker too, but hasn’t even realised that it moves. She just sees it as something that stops her from crawling, which is how she feels about the jumperoo now too. This is quite annoying for me, as I have no safe place to leave her so that I can nip to the loo. I have to take her with me.

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We’re still breastfeeding. Although much much less now. Iris only really wants milk to get her to sleep, so twice a day before naps and then at bedtime. She makes up for it at night though. She still wakes several times and requires a full feed to get back to sleep. It’s exhausting, but I know it’s pretty normal. I’m shattered all of the time, but have no intention of attempting any ‘sleep training’. She still sleeps in our bed with us, and I have no plans to move her out. It works for us. I love having her close. I can’t imagine not cosleeping. It’s the lovliest snuggliest thing! We have started putting her to bed a lot earlier though, aiming for around 7:30. It has made a massive difference to how much she sleeps and she’s happier for it. Some nights are still really terrible though, like last night when we tried walking the streets late at night with the pushchair. It didn’t work. It turned out that she just needed a big poo, and after she finally did that she just went straight to sleep! There are still odd nights where she just decides she’s wide awake at 1am and fancies playing until around 4. They are so few now though that I can easily cope. Daytime naps are loads better, and she’s almost got a routine of sorts. Totally baby led though. I’ve made no attempts to try to get her into a routine. She usually wakes up around 7:30 in the morning and wants to go back to sleep at 9:30ish. She’ll sleep on our bed (closely watched on the video monitor) or in the pushchair if we’re off out. She sleeps again in the afternoon sometime between 2 and 3. The lengths of her naps still vary so greatly and there is no way to predict how it will go!


Mealtimes are the best bit of the day for Iris. This kid just loves food. I’m so pleased. Fussy eaters drive me mad, and I’d hate to have to worry about her getting enough. Instead I find myself worrying if she eats too much! She eats three meals a day now, and eats with me. Whatever I’m having she has too. I don’t make separate baby food. I have never added salt to food anyway, so that’s not a problem. The only meal she has that’s different from mine is breakfast. She adores porridge! If I attempt to give her toast instead she tells me off!

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There have been no real words yet, but Iris loves to talk. She babbles almost constantly and I often get the feeling she’s trying to tell me something important. I fear that once words do come, they’ll keep on coming and she’ll never ever be quiet again. Iris likes to imitate sounds too. Only today she watched Seb the dog panting after playing fetch and she started trying to pant too! My favourite of all of her noises is her high pitched squeal of joy! It’s usually combined with all four limbs wriggling with excitement and its seriously adorable!

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We spend much more of our days together away from the house now, and transporting Iris around is becoming much easier as she grows. Friday is the only day we don’t attend a group of some kind. We even managed a weekend at my mum’s house, travelling there and home again by train. And it wasn’t even that stressful!


I have no idea at all what Iris weighs or how tall she is as we’ve given up going to baby clinic, but she’s booked in for a nine month check with the health visitor after Easter. It’ll be the first time we’ve seen a health visitor in a very long time. Ours retired when Iris was very little and we seem to have completely slipped off the radar! I’m not complaining. I find them intrusive and not particularly helpful.

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Thanks for another month of fun kiddo, for amazing me constantly and making me feel like the most important person in the world. Oh, and for my first ever Mother’s Day too!


Life Lately

I did that terribly irritating thing where you announce that you have returned to blogging, only to find that you have absolutely nothing whatsoever to say.

It’s not that life isn’t interesting or that I’ve been doing nothing, I just haven’t felt like writing. I still don’t. However I don’t want to let this thing slide away, and it occurred to me that maybe if I write a thing just once the love will return. So, a list.

A list as it’s the only thing I have. No creative juices are flowing here.

1. I turned 30. It wasn’t so bad. It didn’t even hurt and I don’t feel any different. Plus I had an amazing cake, lovely presents and a wonderful weekend with my family.

2. Iris went from wriggling along like a worm and rocking on all fours to actually crawling. Not slowly either. Full pelt across the room. She holds onto stuff and stands up too. It’s terrifying.

3. My step kids referred to me as step mum. I cried a bit and then felt really old.

4. I gained all of the weight I previously lost and then lost a little bit of it.

5. I ran a mile in 11 and a half minutes.

6. Seb and Margot were infested with fleas. Nightmare. Oh, and Margot had her kitten-preventing-operation and will soon be allowed out to play.

7. The horrible red carpet is finally gone. The new laminate flooring is beautiful. The living room is all freshly painted and we’re just a few strips of wallpaper away from a gorgeous new room.

8. I bought a new parent facing pushchair because I fell out of love with babywearing a little bit.

9. I had my first Mother’s Day. Cried a bit. Felt massively overwhelmed by how incredible being a mother is.

10. Returned to blogging, sort of, in a spectacularly stupid way.


Back for Spring


So, I had a break. I needed it and it felt good. There were times I felt desperate to jump back online and write endless posts about my beautiful girl, but I didn’t. There were nights when Trev was away and Iris wouldn’t sleep, and nights when Trev was away and Iris did sleep but I couldn’t. It was lonely. But I focussed on my family and that felt good.

I feel a bit like Spring is here at long last. The daffodils are peeking and the hyacinth in my kitchen window smells wonderful. 

Today Iris was struggling with her first tooth moving around, and I couldn’t cheer her up. So we went to the swings! I thought she’d be scared but she loved it! I sat on the ground pushing her, enjoying the warm sunshine and her sweet laughter. Knowing that I can soon ditch socks and warm hats makes me happy. We have a whole summer ahead for going to the beach and taking long mountain walks. In fact we booked a camping trip today. I’m happy and excited. 

Hello Spring!