Let the sunshine in
At the beginning of this month we had a week's holiday in the south of France. We had a fantastic time and Jake did soooo well, we were so proud of him! It was a hellishly long drive (around 12 hours) and he spent it mainly playing and sleeping. Once we were on the camp site, it was as if he'd never been anywhere different! He slept so well and loved playing in his baby pool and eating all the sand on the beach. And he looked adorable in his shorts and sandals!
It was lovely seeing how much he developed with the 24/7 attention he was getting from us. While we were there, he started instigating games. He pulled a blanket over his head and when we said "Where's Jake gone?" he would suddenly pull the blanket off and laugh when we shouted "Peek-a-boo!!" Then, when we were in the car going back home, he played peek-a-boo by putting his fists over his eyes. He's also now able to make it much clearer what he wants, which makes life a lot easier - it's no longer all a guessing game.
We had another week at home when we got back from France - it was gorgeous weather and it was so nice just to have some quality family time. It was during this week that Jake started 'cruising' - walking around the furniture. He sometimes does a step or two without holding onto anything so I don't think it will take very long before he's walking for real. In the evenings he will walk along the sofa and stop at my knees, hold out his little arms and make an "Ah-ah" sound until I pick him up. He only wants a quick cuddle and then he'll try to get back down so he can continue his journey along the sofa to daddy. The same ritual there and then after his cuddle, he will 'cruise' back to mummy. This can go on for quite a while... Of course, if the cat is on the sofa, he will get distracted by her and after some poking, fur-pulling and tail-tweaking, he will inevitably get whacked across the cheek by her paw!
Poor Jake was a sickly little bunny yesterday. I'd picked him up from my parents' after work and he threw up all over himself in the car. He'd just had a strawberry yoghurt, so everything stank of sour strawberries! He was all pale, even his lips, and he kept groaning. When we got home, R put him in the bath and he threw up again there. Then I got him dressed and was almost done when he threw up all over himself again. Got him changed and put him in his high chair, where he threw up over himself again. Tried to give him a few bites to eat, but he didn't want much. Took him upstairs to get him ready for bed and he threw up all over his bedroom floor. I felt so sorry for him as his tummy obviously hurt - he kept doubling over and groaning. I finally breastfed him and put him to bed - it was the only thing he kept down. Today he had a bit of a temperature and was really clingy and passive (he was at my parents' again) but he had a cracker and some banana and in the evening he had a whole bowl of rice and chicken, which all stayed down. I think he's over it now, so it really was a 24-hour thing. My poor little boy!
He's becoming more and more of a real little person to us as his character becomes more pronounced. It's so nice to see him actively want to be with us. It's also incredibly sweet when this tiny little man crawls over and deposits a book in your lap because he wants to be read to or stamps his feet because he wants you to sing "If you're happy and you know it, stamp your feet". Sometimes in the evenings, when he's in bed, I actually miss him because I just love spending time with him so much. He's our little boy and our very big friend.
It was lovely seeing how much he developed with the 24/7 attention he was getting from us. While we were there, he started instigating games. He pulled a blanket over his head and when we said "Where's Jake gone?" he would suddenly pull the blanket off and laugh when we shouted "Peek-a-boo!!" Then, when we were in the car going back home, he played peek-a-boo by putting his fists over his eyes. He's also now able to make it much clearer what he wants, which makes life a lot easier - it's no longer all a guessing game.
We had another week at home when we got back from France - it was gorgeous weather and it was so nice just to have some quality family time. It was during this week that Jake started 'cruising' - walking around the furniture. He sometimes does a step or two without holding onto anything so I don't think it will take very long before he's walking for real. In the evenings he will walk along the sofa and stop at my knees, hold out his little arms and make an "Ah-ah" sound until I pick him up. He only wants a quick cuddle and then he'll try to get back down so he can continue his journey along the sofa to daddy. The same ritual there and then after his cuddle, he will 'cruise' back to mummy. This can go on for quite a while... Of course, if the cat is on the sofa, he will get distracted by her and after some poking, fur-pulling and tail-tweaking, he will inevitably get whacked across the cheek by her paw!
Poor Jake was a sickly little bunny yesterday. I'd picked him up from my parents' after work and he threw up all over himself in the car. He'd just had a strawberry yoghurt, so everything stank of sour strawberries! He was all pale, even his lips, and he kept groaning. When we got home, R put him in the bath and he threw up again there. Then I got him dressed and was almost done when he threw up all over himself again. Got him changed and put him in his high chair, where he threw up over himself again. Tried to give him a few bites to eat, but he didn't want much. Took him upstairs to get him ready for bed and he threw up all over his bedroom floor. I felt so sorry for him as his tummy obviously hurt - he kept doubling over and groaning. I finally breastfed him and put him to bed - it was the only thing he kept down. Today he had a bit of a temperature and was really clingy and passive (he was at my parents' again) but he had a cracker and some banana and in the evening he had a whole bowl of rice and chicken, which all stayed down. I think he's over it now, so it really was a 24-hour thing. My poor little boy!
He's becoming more and more of a real little person to us as his character becomes more pronounced. It's so nice to see him actively want to be with us. It's also incredibly sweet when this tiny little man crawls over and deposits a book in your lap because he wants to be read to or stamps his feet because he wants you to sing "If you're happy and you know it, stamp your feet". Sometimes in the evenings, when he's in bed, I actually miss him because I just love spending time with him so much. He's our little boy and our very big friend.
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