spacespacespace A picture of George's daddy aged approximately 18 months:
spacespacespace Well to be honest, beating yesterday wouldn't have been too difficult. Today George got a new sleeping technique sampled on him - no more gentle cuddling and rocking for him. Military school stuff now - in the bassinet, on his side, rocked and patted until he passes out. No more cuddles and lovey dovey crap. I must say, I was a bit hesitant when I saw Rachel wobbling him like she was making a smoothie, but... he was out cold in well under half the time it usually takes to conk him out. Not too shabby.
Also - little man did tummy time today, and mummy assures me that he pushed himself up quite happily. He's so clever.
Right - Georgemonster had a great morning on his playmat. And surprise, surprise - I had the camera handy.
Today I had my first playdate. With a girl.
I slept through it all. Oops.
spacespacespace 1) Little man sometimes just needs a quick burp or a fart in order to get back to sleep. He had an ok night, except as it drew closer to the morning. He usually gets a decent sleep after we have our dinner, then a shorter sleep from around 11pm to 2am or 3am, then a shorter sleep to about 4am and the the morning is kind of all over the place (that's just a rough guesstimate - but his naps do get shorter as the night goes on). This morning after a fairly long stint of non-sleep to 5:30am, I went into his room with my phone and hung out with him while he slept (phone --> so I could surf internet news while he slept). Whenever he stirred, I gave his bassinet a little nudge and rock, and if he started to cry properly I quickly grabbed him, gave him a burp, and put him straight back down. He never really got a chance to get into a proper cry, and it meant he got a pretty solid 90 minute sleep when he ordinarily would have been up every 15 minutes. We had an iChat with Anna (in London) this afternoon, and it turns out that she did a similar thing with Bella (George's potential suitor and "older woman")- she just sat her up and burped her when she grizzled during her sleep. Hopefully this will help us for future sleep issues... we'll see.
2) Little people between 4 and 6 weeks old have a bit of a grizzly patch. And he's certainly having a grizzly patch at the moment - it's mostly during the night, but we've been assured that the light at the end of the tunnel isn't far away.
3) The way I walk when wearing jandals annoys Rachel. Pfffft.
4) George is rather taken with participating in video chats. He's also usually very well behaved when he's sitting in front of the camera.
5) If the nappy is full, it doesn't necessarily mean his bottom is empty (particularly at 3am)
6) Of all of the white noise recordings we have, George likes the vacuum cleaner noise the best.
7) Most babies we know have pooped in the bath. George has not. He is clearly more advanced than these other babies.
Right, it's time for the daily dose of ludicrous cuteness. Note that the photos starring Rachel were taken during George's video chat with his possible-girlfriend Bella in London:
Bathtime appears to suck in the eyes of little George. Any peace and tranquility that may have been present pre-bath is abruptly ended and once dunked into the tub-o-death, the screaming begins. Stage 1 is the yelling - which is usually the first dunk, the tummy wash and the start of Daddy washing his hair.
Stage 2 is the bottom chin quivering while the yelling continues, and you really know that he wants to harm you by then. This is usually the end of the tummy clean and the flip over for the back clean.
Stage 3 (the final phase) is when the chin quivering magnifies and the little high pitched squeaks of resignation start. Unfortunately for poor George, this is also the Stage that Rachel and I find most hilarious, and his squeaks and grunts are highly amusing to us. Not so much to him.
Stage 4 is the good bit - he loves getting placed in his little towel and wrapped up. The Earth returns to normal at this stage and life on Planet George is once again bearable. He also looks ridiculously cute wrapped up in his towel. The photos I got today were a bit crappy, but I'll post them anyway. Two of bathtime with Mummy (featuring guest hair washer, Grandma) and one of him just chilling out on Rachel's lap after "dinner". I may have cropped the bathtime ones to hide the fact that he gets bathed directly over the toilet (so we can pull the plug in the bath out and the water drains away down the loo - handy!)
Spacespacespace We even indulged in a bit of curry last night. Nada, nothing, not a bean. Oh well. It's only a day or two late, and according to our doctor, the due date is today going by his calculations.
The boys are showing solidarity in these cold winter months:
SPACESPACESPACE If the doctor's estimation of Rachel's due date is correct, then this time next weekend we could be up at the hospital with a brand new baby. How utterly freaky. And a little bit scary. Gone are the days of our lazy Saturday morning lie ins, hours with the newspaper and a coffee (well, ok - the newspaper is pretty crappy, so make that "minutes"), and lovely toasted croissants. Hello to poop, vomit and screaming. Everything is going well, little Cracker has a new trick of kicking Rachel's ribs (or something around that region) and it's quite fun having a play with his/her foot when the game is on...
We had a lovely evening last night - Mark (my boss) is leaving Hong Kong, so we all hopped on a boat (well, three boats) and went to Middle Island on the South Side of HK Island and had a BBQ and dinner. It was frigging cold, but was actually ok in the end - there were plenty of gas heaters and there was also an inside area where we gathered for speeches and whatnot afterwards.
Today we're off to Discovery Bay for afternoon tea at Sue and Steve's (parents of the gorgeous Hermione and Phoebe) and we'll also get to meet their brand new puppy - woohoo!
Not sure what else the weekend holds - perhaps some trampolining... (apparently it induces labour)
I leave you with a few photos from last night's trip out to Middle Island:
Nothing to report - the Challis clan have successfully departed and as I type this, they should be sitting on a plane waiting to take off. We had a lovely dinner at the Peak Lookout Restaurant last night - just the grownups - and this morning the clan came upstairs for coffee, banana, biscuits and a bit of TV action. Now it's just the four of us again (I include the cats in my calculations). Rachel is lying on the couch reading, and I'm just sorting through some photos from the last few days. Nothing planned for the next few days, although we have a few baby things to purchase.
I had a play with the baby monitor yesterday, and it appears that the only thing it can't do is make my coffee in the morning. There is this super weird 'tic' feature on it that makes a little 'tic' whenever the movement sensor goes off - the same movement sensor that screams like a banshee if it detects no movement for 10 seconds. Hell it's loud.
Right - I'll leave you with some pictures. First two are of course Robin and Kirstie at the restaurant last night, and the last three are Arabella and Paddy in various positions while watching cartoons on tv this morning. I love the huggy one - Paddy is transfixed with some stoner running about in a colourful costume, while all Bella wants to do is give her big brother a hug. Sweet...
the world welcomed little bella lonsdale hayes last week - congrats to kieran and anna. kieran of course being the mostly naked man in the pink apron featured right here just a few days ago... here's mum and baby stolen from bella's blog: