Saturday, 31 December 2011

Tuesday 18th October 2011 - Six Months Old

Well son, we made it.  Six months.  Half a year.  And both you and I are in one piece, with no visible scars. We've done good.

This past month seems to have flown by, and there seems to have been some quite funny events.  You've also given us hope for some things, and then cruelly dashed these hopes at the first opportunity.  Therefore you are grounded.  For sure.

Things that have taken place this month: We've had some more visits from the scatty girls who are my best friends and your adopted Aunties.  They truly are a special bunch, especially Donna, and it's crazy how much they adore you.

We said au revoir to Uncle Perry and Aunty Chloe for three months, as they travel around the USA. Perry was particularly sad to leave you, and within two days of them going they'd bought you an offical Redskins jersey, and within a week he had messaged me saying he was homesick.  Let it not be said that he has a sensitive side! I think your dad is already missing him too, which makes them a right pair of losers.

It's been a relatively quiet month for events, which is nice to come across, as me and your dad have a social life which is hectic to say in the least.  This means that I've been able to make a start on what will be your bedroom from now on.  It's going to be a jungle theme, which I plan to make completely over the top, and my imagination has probably already ran away with me far too much.  I think your dad thinks I'm a veritable Van Gogh based on the plans I've presented to him, so he may be in for a disappointment!

With regards to family, Aunt Dawn is nearing the end of her pregnancy, and she most definitely hasn't had a smooth ride of it, so the next time I write, your future best friend may be with us!



This month has seen a big change in how I feel. I think you've got to an age where I feel I have full confidence with you, and this means that I now want to get out and explore with you. I think you've reached a point also, in that being cooped up in the house is boring you, so the grand plan is to head out to as many baby groups as possible and make friends.


You are turning into such a happy and affectionate baby, and it really shows.  Most of our games during the day involve me kissing you, and I'm certain I do it hundreds of times a day. As a result you do love a kiss, and you've taken to actually pulling my face in towards you and going to town! You kiss with your mouth gaping open, and sometimes your tongue gives it some welly too. So you've very nearly tongued your mother down on quite a few occasions. Bad times when you read this in the future. You also love to just randomly throw your head towards my chest for a cuddle, no matter how far away from it your head may be. 


We have also had the pleasure of two major firsts for you this month. One of these has become a regular, and incredibly annoying habit, and the other was a fleeting occurence that we pray we'll see more of in the near future.

After much debate, betting and hoping, you have said your first word. Me and your father have been battling it out, in order to try and ensure that it was a momentous moment for one of us, and it would appear your bloody father was victorious.  Admittedly, he has put the groundwork in, as even when I was pregnant he would repeat 'dada' to my belly for ages.  But I still had hope that you would see sense and know where your bread was buttered.  But no, you've disappointed me for the first time in your life already and have continued to do so. Every five minutes it's 'dada' this and 'dada' that. I can assure you if your next word is 'nana' I am off.

The other thing occurred on the 26th September 2011, and lasted for approximately nine hours. We have yet to see it repeated, and I would pay serious money to have it happen, say, every day. You only went and slept through the night. We were that stunned in the morning, that we never even wanted to say the words that explained what you had done. Obviously, we got mega excited, and even entertained the thought that maybe we had turned a corner, but alas it wasn't to be. Since then there hasn't been an occasion, and you've even gone so far as to increase the amount of times you wake up by up to four occasions.  Dude, give us a frigging break.

I'm absolutely loving everything about you Olly (apart from the lasck of sleep).  You really are an absolutely beautiful, charming and happy baby, and I am always so proud whenever anyone (which really is everyone) comments on how beautiful and happy you are.  Even perfect strangers will stop us to tell us how beautiful and cheerful you are, and that, combined with you, makes my day everyday.  You really are my sunshine kiddo.

Love Mum xxx

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