I’m already finding that poor little Bea is not going to be as well documented as her big brother. I need to somehow grow some more arms so that I can hold Bea, keep Sam out of trouble, carry all the nappy changing and spare clothes clutter I need for the pair of them and manage to work my camera. We went to Candler Park yesterday to meet Tricia and Connor and although I had my camera with me taking photos was not an option and it really just got in the way. Frustrating.
Actually, I did have to hand the camera over to Tricia at one point as I was a complete mess and trying to juggle Bea and Sam’s snacks and I just discovered this on the memory card. Yay!:
(Oh, and look! Note the wedding ring! I haven’t actually worn that for ages and ages. OK, my engagement ring still doesn’t fit at the moment, but after I had Sam it seemed to take months for my fingers to return to a normal pre-swollen size again! I was really surprised when I tried it on the other day and it actually slipped onto my finger so soon after having Bea. Rarr!)
Also frustrating is not really having a good way to transport both Sam and Bea at the moment. She’s too little for the baby carrier right now and I haven’t got a sling that fits properly (I tried to make one but didn’t get it right…back to the drawing board with it!) so I’m having to just carry her which is a pain. I’ve pulled out Sam’s pushchair to use and found that then Sam suddenly decides that walking isn’t fun and wants to sit on top of her! I wish I didn’t have to wait until Bea is six months old before we can use the double sit and stand stroller I’ve been using! In fact, for an infant younger than six months most strollers demand that you use the infant car seat carrier and snap it onto the frame. Opting for the longer lasting convertible car seat over the carrier type is definitely a curse when it comes to toting Bea around. It wasn’t a problem with Sam, or when I’ve just got Bea, but when I am trying to get somewhere with both children I am struggling big time.
Yesterday after the boys wore themselves out at the park we went for lunch at Fellini’s up the road. I put Bea in the stroller and hoped that Sam would walk the short distance to the restaurant. He did, but not without wandering off every five minutes and deviating from the path. Trying to keep him holding my hand and focused was a challenge. It was even worse after we’d eaten as he decided he’d run off without us and headed out of the restaurant patio on his own. I was chasing after him with Bea, yelling his name and commanding him to stop, but he didn’t even break pace. We only caught up to him because thankfully another mum managed to grab him as he trotted past her. I was so grateful to her as I had had visions of him racing across the busy road any second.
I really need to get better at being able to take two children out at the same time, and fast. Somehow I also need to get it through to Sam that he needs to listen to me and not go haring off on his own, not easy.
Last Friday was Bill’s final day on paternity leave. I left to collect Sam from preschool in the afternoon and returned to find a bathed daughter and her happy daddy having cuddles on the sofa:
Bea had to see the doctor again that afternoon. This time I went without the entourage leaving Bill to watch over a napping Sam. Doctor was happy with Miss Bea once more and everything is looking good. Her umbilical cord fell off on Wednesday and I was a little suspicious about the look of her belly button as it’s quite the grape sized bump at the moment, but Dr wasn’t concerned at all and Bea was declared perfectly normal. Just need to remain careful about bathing her there as it’s still a little gooey and not totally healed over yet.
The scales surprised me when Bea was weighed. I know she’s a hungry little girl and a good eater, but I wasn’t prepared for her to weigh in at 8lbs 3oz already! She’s getting big! She’s also really beginning to look like a baby Kay and is getting the belly and double chin to match. It’s shocking me how much her face seems to have changed already. She’s beautiful but when she’s hungry and wants the milky milky she doesn’t half look (and sound) like an orc baby at times!
Oh, my blogging time is up. Big brother just awoke from his nap.