mr wrigglebot

We’ve recently had some visitors, two ducks that fly in for a quick dip in our pool each morning. Wrigglebot loves them, he rushes over and stands leaning on the glass sliding door just watching them. He makes a lot of excitable noises and points a lot and when all the excitement gets a bit too much he starts to head-but the glass in an effort to join the ducks outside.

With the weather becoming so nice these days it is becoming increasingly difficult to keep him inside. He is the master of escape and a door only slightly open is for him an opportunity as he weaves around legs trying to get outside. He has thoroughly explored inside during winter and now the world outside the house seems to offer limitless possibilities.  I think he also likes the idea that there are no baby gates or fences outside, which scares me a little but not the Wrigglebot.

Some people have a special kind of funny, a funny that makes babies, who understand little, laugh and laugh and laugh while adults look on in amazement. Wrigglebot’s nanna is one such person, she raises an eyebrow and he laughs, she wriggles a toe and he laughs, she pulls his leg while he is trying to crawl and he laughs, in fact whatever she does he laughs at, even when she isn’t trying to be her special kind of funny.

Now, Husband considers himself quite the comedian. He likes to relive his witticisms time and again and glories in how funny he is; and I must admit, he is funny, people laugh with him and at him a lot. So it comes as a bit of a surprise to him and many others that he is not as funny to Wrigglebot as Nanna. Nanna is not that funny to grown ups, she laughs more in response than as the instigator of the laughter but she just has that special kind of funny that little ones, or at least Wrigglebot, love. Husband is still desperately hoping that as Wrigglebot’s language and comprehension skills improve he will go up in the funny stakes, at least ahead of Uncle Nay Nay anyhow, whose special gift is annoying (at least to us) noises.

We had visitors this weekend so Wrigglebot bunked in our room. Now you would think that because he knows our room and he was in his own cot with his own blankets he would sleep as good as usual. Not so. To him he was all alone in a dark room that was not his own listening to strange noises blaring in from the loungeroom. He would not settle unless I was there stroking his face or rubbing his back and that would take almost an hour then he would wake up during the night and whimper when he did not recognise anything.  I tried talking to him from our bed, ‘Mummy’s here, you can go back to sleep.’ I was hoping desperately that the sound of my voice would settle him and I would not have to venture from underneath my warm blankets into the cold night. It did not work. Eventually he snuggled in next to me in bed and it was all good.

Tonight he is back in his room and was blissfully sleeping before his head even hit the mattress, I think he likes his dog mobile and his Thomas stickers on the wall. There isn’t much that will phase Wrigglebot during the day but he cannot stand any kind of disruption to his routine when it comes to sleeping. I can’t say that I mind normally because it means that he sleeps well most of the time, I am just wondering when the day will come when we can go on holidays without the first two nights being disrupted by crying.

I just read over what I had written and suddenly remembered that soon I will have another little one and my nights will once again be stolen by little cries in the night. Aaahh, think I better go get some sleep now in preparation.

Wrigglebot’s first moments. How was that baby ever inside me?

Wrigglebot’s first bath.

One of the peaceful moments that you don’t mind fondly remembering.

A sleeping Wrigglebot was my chance to quickly rush around and get things done, only very quietly.

How sweet were the days before mobility.

The mohawk that Husband was so proud of.

Our swimming training begins.

Wrigglebot’s personality becomes more pronounced.

My cheery little Wrigglebot.

Wrigglebot at 1, becoming more and more like a little boy.

So Friday’s mornings we have swimming lessons at 0900 hrs meaning we have to leave the house, fed and changed at 0845. This morning we slept in until 0820, now the drama would not have occurred if I had been able to find the top to my bathers but they had gone through the wash and gotten lost in the great pile of clothes. So I was rushing around going crazy until Husband walked in, it must be noted here that he is not usually a good finder of objects, and casually said, ‘Oh is this what you were looking for?’ It surely was. We quickly jumped in the car and ended up only a couple of minutes late. After half an hour of singing and swinging Wrigglebot around in the water added to that having to squat most of the time to be at the right height, I was exhausted.

I got Wrigglebot changed with only a little difficulty and then we headed home. As I entered our street I saw Lorraine, our killer chook, parading around our neighbour’s front yard. I had flashbacks of watching Anne and Diana trying to get the cow from Mrs Lyn’s prize cabbages. I just prayed that Husband was still home. I came up the drive, ran inside and sure enough he was still there to save the day so he headed out with a broom and had me stand in strategic positions, anyways eventually he got Lorraine back into our yard.

Well, it is just after ten o’clock and that is it so far, I have a headache and I am going to have a nap.

Okay, so I know I haven’t been as regular at posting as I should be but I have a couple of excuses for you: number one, I have been having really bad continuous headaches that require copious amounts of napping as medication does nothing; number two excuse, I am working on a big post, something to really look forward to only it requires me to learn some new technology which is extremely complicated for somebody like me who tries to avoid as much technology as possible.

So here is the news for today, Wrigglebot is going to have a little sister. We had the ultrasound today and all is well and the child is, most probably, of the female variety. I didn’t really mind boy or girl, now it is just exciting to know and to begin thinking of names and looking at pretty clothes. Anyways I am off now to chop some onions, so much fun in my life.