Saturday morning is Hayley's morning for a "lie in". Or my "get up" if you prefer. Consequently it's the one morning I have the little man to myself for a while and we've recently developed a bit of a routine.
Get the little man up (as if he's not awake already) around 7am, change his nappy and dress him. During this he will complain until I let him stand up, at which point he starts trying to grab breakable objects from the top of his wardrobe which is next to his changing table.Go downstairs and make his breakfast - weetabix, shreddies or maybe porridge - while he plays in the living room, before taking him into the conservatory and plonking him in his highchair to eat.Little man slurps a big slurp of water from his feeding cup. He's a noisy drinker, just like his Dad.Attempt to persuade little man to eat some breakfast from the spoon that I am holding and not the one he is intent on using. To be fair he does succeed in getting some into his mouth, but a fair percentage goes down his front. If it's shreddies he just picks them out with his hands. In fact the same is true of weetabix but I'm ready with a plastic bib in that case.After breakfast, read books or watch CBeebies: LazyTown or Balamory preferred.Chase little man around living room on all fours. He loves being chased at the moment. Bite his feet if I catch him which makes him laugh.After about an hour of reading, playing and TV we go out in his pushchair to a little cafe round the corner called Fresh. There I have a cup of tea and an egg barm while the little man enjoys some nice toast and watches all the customers. Generously he offers them pieces of his sucked toast.Egg barm and toast consumed, it's off home to Mummy who will just be rising, in time to feed the little man his bottle. No wonder he seems to weigh a tonne!
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