Saturday, October 21, 2006

"I'll have that!"


"I'll have that!"
Originally uploaded by Steven Townley.
Oliver loves this shopping trolley which Hayley has just bought. He sat next to it and put in mini-boxes of breakfast cereal, plastic fruit, plastic vegetables, plastic eggs... anything that took his fancy in fact.

I started to throw things in too saying "I'll have that" in a high-pitched (Monty Python-esque) voice as each item went into the basket. This had him in stitches.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

BBC NEWS | Health | Sleep loss in child-obesity link

BBC NEWS | Health | Sleep loss in child-obesity link

Last night Oliver woke or stirred and cried on a regular basis. We had to go into him at midnight, 1am, 2am, 4am, 5am and was woken without having to go in a couple of other times between. So lack of sleep is a hot topic in our house.

But now we discover that our efforts to give Oliver a healthy start in life by feeding him the right foods could all be undone if he sleeps badly. And recently his sleep patterns have changed.

His nocturnal stirring has worsened this week. We think we might have identified the cause as an oversized sleeping bag which he gets tangled up in. We'll see if we're right tonight as he's in a better sized bag.

But he has also started to go down to sleep less well. I suspect it's his age. Perhaps he has realised that bedtime need not be a time of our making. So far tiredness has got the better of his protests but it is a worrying reminder of his earlier bedtime woes.

All we can do is continue to give a him a routine, lots of love and cross our fingers. Oh, and keep sugary snacks out of the house!

Saturday, October 14, 2006

"That's 5 small steps for the little man,...

...one giant grin for Mummy and Daddy".

OK, it's not quite walking on the moon, but today Oliver has started to realise that walking can be more than just falling forwards for a couple of steps and it needn't involve holding Mummy or Daddy's hand. Today at "Bounce and Rhyme" he took about four steady consecutive steps. Tonight he repeated the feat a couple of times and then took 5 steps. This is the first time he has really looked steady on his feet far a few feet at a time.

Until now his walking has been triggered by us tricking him into walking from one of us to the other so that he realises he can do it. Normally his walks start by grabbing my hand, but I sense that is about to change: he'll just be up and off. It's another level of independence for the little man, which is great. It's also a bit more work for us to keep up with him. It's a good job they say it keeps you young.

A rash

We've noticed that Oliver has started to come out in a little rash this week. A blotchy rash that looks a bit like a nettle sting: red areas with bumps that look a little like tiny blisters. We can't work out whether he is allergic to something.

Today he woke from his afternoon nap and grumbled persistently. After a few minutes of trying to persuade him to go back to sleep lying on his Mummy (as he sometimes does) he became quite upset and we noticed the rash was on his face. Once he had calmed down it seemed to go. It's hard to know whether the cause was something on his bed, Hayley's shirt or just agitation.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Please step forward the real 21st Century Mums.

The Observer ran an article in its magazine about 21st Century Mums. They picked out 8 categories of mother who they claimed represented motherhood in the 21st century. They were:

The career mother
The surrogate mother
The older mother
The lesbian mothers
The single mother by choice
The teenage mother
The adoptive mother
The eco mother

The article pointed out that these ever so modern mothers demonstrated how far we have moved on from the "married stay-at-home mother of our parents' era".

How far indeed! But their assumption that this list illustrates how we've moved in the right direction is one I question. There is a mother missing from their list of 21st century representatives: the Mum who decides to sacrifice the smooth escalation of her career and associated financial gain because she believes the first years of her child's life are the most important and the ones when the child needs their mother around.

We looked into nurseries when Hayley was on maternity leave and even sent Oliver to one for a few short (and too often unhappy) trial visits. But after researching the subject - and particularly after reading Stephen Biddulph's book "Raising Babies" - I concluded that there was no substitute for Hayley's time and attention as far as Oliver was concerned, no matter how financially unpalatable that looked at the time.

I'd say the majority of mothers we've come across in the first year of Oliver's life have expressed the wish to stay at home with their child on either a full- or part-time basis. Many of them have managed to do so and couldn't be happier about their decision.

Work-life balance is talked about a lot. But it seems to me that people are now doing more than talking about it as being important, they are actually doing something about it, even if it means sacrifices. So my message to The Observer is to wake up to the real 21st century trend in mothering: valuing it as highly as any paid job, giving it the respect it deserves and our children the start in life they deserve.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

BBC NEWS | Health | Walnuts 'combat unhealthy fats'

BBC NEWS | Health | Walnuts 'combat unhealthy fats'

So I can continue to pour extra virgin olive oil all over my salad provided it has plenty of walnuts in it? No problem!

BBC NEWS | Health | Pregnant women 'oily fish alert'

BBC NEWS | Health | Pregnant women 'oily fish alert'

So pregnant women should eat oily fish in moderation and avoid sharks. I suspect they may already be doing the latter.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

"Mummy not superhuman" shock

Yesterday for the first time Hayley woke up to find herself feeling so full of a flu-type bug that she had to ask me to stay off work and look after Oliver. It is normally me who succumbs easily to any passing bug or virus whereas she soldiers on apparently immune to infection of any kind.

Oliver took this as an opportunity to:
- fill his nappy the moment I had put his breakfast on the table
- fill his nappy for a "bonus" second time the moment I got to Somerfield with him.
- abandon his usual habit of going for a nap without protest in favour of a long crying session.

Hayley - who was woken by the racket - assured me this last problem was because I am so much fun and he doesn't want to be parted from me. She's such a sweet-talker.

Man, we are so busted!

Yesterday Hayley was poorly, so I stayed at home in the morning and looked after Oliver. For much of the time we played, read books and watched TV in the living room.

Late in the morning Hayley came downstairs. Unfortunately we didn't hear her. She walked stealthily into the room to discover me demonstrating to Oliver how to rip up tissues. I would rip one up and Oliver would laugh and follow suit.

My defence that this scientific experiment introduced him to several key concepts in the field of physics and mechanics seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

A day out with Thomas!

Oliver, Daddy and Thomas

You don't have to read too much of this blog to realise that Oliver loves Thomas the Tank Engine and his friends. So imagine how excited he was when we took him to ride on Thomas himself! (Thanks to Donna for the tip off about the day!) Oliver's friend Jack also came along with his parents, Manny and Sara.

Oliver's face was a picture when we arrived at the station and he saw the giant inflatable Thomas (a kind of Thomas bouncy castle). But when he saw Thomas himself on the tracks he grinned a mile wide and did his impression of Thomas's whistle (which is sort of two short shouts) before attempting to climb down from my arms, presumably to head over the tracks to see him.

He got to a short ride on Thomas and a lollipop, plus a longer ride on another steam train when we trekked over to Ramsbottom where we had lunch.

Hayley and Oliver

It was a great day out (even if £11.50 each for adults was a bit steep). There are more pictures from the day here.

Oliver and Daddy

Monday, October 02, 2006

Soppy Daddy #2

As Oliver climbed onto me whilst simultaneously watching Thomas the Tank Engine at the weekend, his blonde locks brushing my face as he steadied himself, I said perhaps the soppiest thing ever to come out of my mouth. "His hair is made from the straw that angels sleep upon."

My only defence is love.

Soppy Daddy #1

Monday night is Hayley's night to do as she pleases and mine to put Oliver to bed. So it's the one night of the week I am guaranteed to give him his bedtime milk and consequently get a cuddle from the little man as that's one of his bedtime habits.

Tonight Hayley decided to stay home til he had gone to bed as he has been a bit poorly today (runny nose, a bit grumpy). She sat next to me on the sofa-bed while Oliver sat on my knee and I gave him his milk. When it came time for him to have a cuddle half way through his bottle, instead of turning to me he turned to Hayley and reached out to her. Hayley didn't need a second invitation and promptly stole my only guaranteed cuddles of the week: she's a cuddle thief!

I can't complain though. He still protests about going to Hayley in the mornings once I have picked him up, so I suppose we each get our share of his affections. Mummy gets evening cuddles. Daddy's his morning taxi.

When Daddy is left in charge...

Oliver is always trying to get into our cupboards to play with the pots and pans, so the other day I decided to let him have his way (while I watched over him to avoid disaster... honest).

When he started there was nothing on the floor...

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"Chop sticks? Drum sticks more like!"

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"This is great fun Daddy"

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"As soon as Daddy stops watchin I'm going to have one of these Weetabix."

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"Oooooh, these Shreddies are a bit crunchy without milk aren't they."

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"Put the camera down Daddy. We could be here a while..."

Sunday, October 01, 2006

I'm all lost in the supermarket

In a very quiet Tesco at 8.30 this Sunday morning I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the short "Blip" sound of the countdown for "the button" in the TV show "Lost".

Fortunately it was only the barcode scanner at the checkout.

Oliver, who was in the back-pack, was unimpressed by the whole incident and fell asleep shortly afterwards.

Save the world or save your kids?

We're in the process of moving house and one of the first considerations when choosing where to move was a good local school. Consequently we've really stretched ourselves to buy the place we want.

As a result I will have to stop my monthly charitable donations. I've been making these for years and have always thought that if a self-confessed middle-class, middle-aged man like me can't donate something then who can. But now I find myself abandoning these charities in the name of my son.

And similar choices go on daily. I find myself putting the Fairtrade and re-cyclable goods back on the shelf on the grounds that they are "just too expensive".

So my message to any twenty- or thirty-somethings out there is this: accrue your brownie points early and hope you've done enough to avoid bad karma by the time you have a mortgage that feels heavier to carry than your one-year-old after 5 miles.