And I will sing a lullaby

I sing a lot. I love singing. I sing to myself, and I sing to my children.

When Elspeth was a baby, she didn’t really seem to care whether I sang or not – or I couldn’t tell if she liked it – but I did it anyway just in case she was enjoying it. Then she went through a phase of asking me not to sing at all. It’s only quite recently that she has actually shown signs of liking it: now every night at bedtime she asks me to sing ‘Golden Slumbers’ to her.

Evelyn is different. Even now, at less than five months old, I can tell that she likes hearing me sing. When she’s unsettled, I sing ‘Three Little Birds’ to her, and the moment I start singing she goes quiet and still, listening happily, and sometimes goes to sleep while I sing. During the day, I sing more upbeat songs and I sing louder, and each time I begin Evelyn breaks into smiles. She loves it!

It’s nice to be appreciated.

Telling Tales

Elspeth was just telling me a story, and it was quite hilarious, so I’m going to try to transcribe it as best I can.

 

A big tall tree, and there was a giant cat up there. And she said, ‘Oh, hmm.’ And walked in the forest. Meow meow meow. She ate cat food. And laughed and laughed and laughed, and said, ‘Good morning, I just wanted to eat the peas all up.’ She almost goes home. The elephant talked to the cat, and it turned into another elephant. Two elephants. The elephants were going to there. They talked to the cat. And they said, ‘Oh, this is lovely. I brought you a present. It’s a cat!’ There was nothing in there. And she said, ‘Oh my goodness, what I found!’ She was looking for peas. Cat was. And she saw a lion came over. And the lion said to the cat, ‘I got a present, there’s something in there.’ And I said, ‘Oh my goodness. Did you?’ All the animals, all the animals! They have to see, they’re very good friends. Ok, what were you laughing at? And I said, ‘Oh my goodness, what did I say?’

 

She is still going, but it’s getting convoluted! Something about being at a beach and getting hungry…

Can you ever just be whelmed?

Feels like there is too much in my head right now, too much I need to do. I’m having trouble focussing, my mind keeps straying to all the other things waiting for my attention.

I have a 2000 word essay due next Saturday, and I’ve written less than 500 words of it.

I need to talk to somebody about possibly retiring from my position as creator on the Discworld MUD. I do enjoy it, but I just never seem to find the time for it these days.

I need to call a paediatrician and get Evelyn’s small anterior fontanelle checked out properly.

I’ve been thinking about seeking treatment of some sort for my arachnophobia. The things I do as a matter of course to avoid spiders, the things that automatically go through my head, can’t be normal.

I need to get some more driving practice in, possibly in the form of professional lessons again.

I was reminded yesterday that I’ll have to start thinking seriously about kindergartens and schools for the girls, especially Elspeth.

Then there’s dietary things. Aidan and I are both trying to be a bit more careful about what we eat, and he has to avoid lactose and I have to avoid gluten, and I have to get both girls fed nutritiously – one of them is only just starting solids, and the other is a fussy eater.

Sometimes I just want to hide in bed forever.

Two turntables and a microphone

Firstly, my apologies for not blogging for a little while. The rest of this post pretty much details why!

I’ve been flat out with uni, finishing off an essay on the ethnic origins of early Israel. I still have one more essay (the language of the Lachish letters) and then I’m done with Ancient Israel.

In a couple of weeks I’ll be starting a unit on the early modern history of Europe – 1400 to 1800. That should be quite interesting! Looking forward to it.

I’ve also been staying with my parents for a few days, just for the lulz. The kids are loving it; doting grandparents are doting. (You may remember that I’m just learning to drive? Well, I drove here all the way myself! Yay, go me.)

Saga

Child health nurse: That small fontanelle will need to get checked out, I think they usually do an ultrasound. Talk to your GP about it.

GP: Yes, we can organise an ultrasound, no worries. Here’s a referral.

Radiologist at hospital: An ultrasound is pointless, we won’t learn anything from it, we’re not going to do it. Talk to a¬†paediatrician.

 

So now I need to find a paediatrician.

People food, not possum food

Evelyn is now four months old, and wanting to explore the world with all her senses. That includes, apparently, chewing (or rather, gumming) on my hand and arm. Oh my god, so much drool.

Anyway, we’ve also started her on solid foods. At this stage, solids are really just learning and experimenting, finding out about new tastes and textures. So far she’s tried rice cereal, pumpkin, sweet potato, carrot, pear, apple, and mango. They all seem reasonably tolerable to her, except carrot! I may not have mashed it up enough. However, for now, all her nutritional needs are still being met by milk. As time goes by, the amount of solid food will gradually increase.

I want to put something on record here, and I want any/all of my readers to slap my wrist firmly should I ever go against this:

I am going to prepare as much as possible of Evelyn’s food myself. Obviously there may be times, such as during extended travel, when a store-bought jar will be much more convenient, and then I may¬†break my rule. But for the most part, I want Evelyn to have the tastes and textures that I make for her myself.

One of my big regrets now, looking back on how I raised Elspeth, was that I fed her primarily jars of baby/toddler food. This severely limited the variety of foods she was exposed to, and accustomed her to certain textures that I couldn’t replicate at home. Even now, at two and a half, she’s a fussy eater and a pain to feed. I blame myself. I won’t do the same to Evelyn.

To be fair to myself, I did have a reason to do what I did. At the time, I really had no idea what to feed a baby. Which foods, prepared how? I was clueless. So I took the easy way out. But not this time! This time I am Super-Mum. Or something.

And so it is with some slight trepidation that I embark upon the adventure that is solid foods – for the second time!