This was Carl’s breakfast. I was busy shovelling avocado into Henry’s mouth.
Monday. We meet again…This weekend has been the first in a while that we’ve had Daddy at home for both Saturday and Sunday. BONUS. Not only is it lovely for Henry to have some more time with his Daddy, but it’s also very handy to have a co-parent and I’m happy to report that I’ve consumed at least three hot-hot beverages.
The only way to kick off a weekend with all three family members present is brunch with friends, so off we skipped into town to chow down on eggs at Tamper Coffee, with a side of chat and cute babies.
Carl, Henry and I then went off for a very rainy wander around town to pick up some skincare pour moi. My regime has been a little off at the moment and I’m pretty sure that I’m ageing about five years with every sleepless night. Given how our nights have been lately I figured if I didn’t do something soon I’d have the face of a seventy-year-old before Christmas.
The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging, playing with Henry and watching a couple of episodes of The Wonder Years, which I scored some serious wife points by picking up for Carl and few weeks ago.
Carl whipped Henry out for a walk on Sunday morning, so I resisted the temptation to binge watch Keeping up with the Kardashians and did a little cleaning – a pretty rare occurrence but I felt I should for reasons I’ll be disclosing later this week…. if the promise of an insight into my cleaning habits doesn’t get you excited for what’s coming to this corner of the internet this week, I don’t know what will. I spoil you with this riveting stuff.
What have you been up to this weekend?
Yay for the bank holiday which means it’s Monday and it’s STILL the weekend. MIND BOGGLING!
If you read Friday’s post, you’ll know that on Saturday night we hit a parental milestone and left Henry overnight for the first time. There are very few people I’d
be dragged kicking and screaming, I mean, leave Henry at home for, but our best friends and Henry’s godparents Natalie and Jamie are off on their travels. So off to Leeds we went to wave Bon Voyage over a prosecco – in my case, two proseccos and a cocktail… I didn’t fancy parenting a teething bambino on a hangover.
On Saturday morning I decided to take advantage of the glorious sunshine and take Henry for a walk to the shop for some ‘thank-you-for-staying-at-our-house-to-play-sleep-roulette’ snacks for Carl’s parents. It was sunshine when I set off anyway, by the time I’d reached the shop the heavens had opened and I was wandering around Asda looking like I’d abandoned a sunshine holiday after the first few hours with my milky whites on display.
We arrived in Leeds in the late afternoon after saying an emotional goodbye to Henry, who clearly didn’t care less that we’d left because he played happily for the rest of the day and only woke once in the night. Typical! I on the other hand couldn’t shake off a slightly anxious feeling until Carl’s mum text in the morning to let us know they were all ok (you don’t even want to know what goes on in my overactive imagination!) Despite this we had a really lovely time, it was nice to have only ourselves to organise, to have a bath with no time limit, to spend some couple time with Carl and to be in an adult only environment and catch up with friends. I even stayed out ’til 1am – I know what you’re thinking, ‘dirty-stop-out!‘
On Sunday morning we were up fairly early to head home. I practically sprinted into the house for an emotional reunion, a little underwhelmed to be greeted with a less enthused look than I get when I return to the living room from a two second kitchen run. But overall it went well, his grandparents did a great job and he was a pretty happy chappy today so I could tell he’d slept well. Although I’m not in a hurry to leave him overnight again I’d like to think I’ll feel a little better about it next time.
We spent the rest of Sunday at my mums who’d wrongly anticipated we’d be hungover and made pie – yummy! – You’re welcome for your bank holiday Monday mealspiration.
I’d love to know what you got up to this weekend? In the meantime, if you need me I’ll most likely be found with a fork in one hand and a plate of leftover pie in the other…
This weekend we are leaving Henry overnight for the first time and despite the title of these series, I’m not completely confident that it is ok.
I’ve spoken about the importance of date night here , but on the one date we’ve been on, we were home pretty early, armed and ready to comfort or feed as demanded through the night. What I’m feeling incredibly guilty about is that he’ll wake up in the night looking for me and I won’t be there.
His Nanan will be coming to stay over so he’s in his own environment, which makes me feel a little better as she’s put him to bed before. As a child I enjoyed staying with my grandparents, and I want Henry to feel the same so I know we need to start somewhere. I imagine the first time is always the worst.
I’ll report back on Monday with how it went…
How did you feel about leaving your little overnight for the first time?
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Tom Daley started Rio 2016 pretty well, winning a bronze medal in synchronised diving 10-metre final, but bombing out in the 10-metre solo. This was pretty similar to our Friday night.
It started out full of promise, we were having steak for dinner and a film lined up but went rapidly downhill from there. It took twice as long to put Henry to bed as normal, and then he lasted 30 minutes before waking for the first time, when he bit my nipple -the first time I’ve ever been glad to be a part time breastfeeder because my left boob was in agony until Saturday morning – this was 8.30pm. At 9.30 I gave up and went to bed myself. By 6am I’d been asleep for a grand total of 50 minutes. Thank goodness for Carl who spent his last hour before work on baby duty and of course, my good friend Nespresso… I wonder how many customers Nespresso have gained who were non-coffee drinkers before becoming parents? A fair few would be my guess.
Anyway…I spent much of the morning walking around like a zombie until naptime when I did the sensible thing and made ‘healthier’ cookies and porridge fingers for Henry (which went down a treat – keep your eyes peeled for a recipe.) Then my lovely mum came and let me have a nap and cleaned my kitchen – it was like the newborn days all over again (although my mum often whips the bleach out when she comes – anyone else’s mum do this?!)
The culprits of our sleepless night can now be confirmed to be two bottom teeth. After weeks of speculating, this morning I noticed that they have split the gum so they’re definitely on their way. Hopefully the pain will ease for him now, I hate to think of Henry being uncomfortable *sad face*.
So the weekend was pretty much a washout, which doesn’t make for interesting reading – sorry about that, but you know… real life. Although if it happens again next weekend I’ll be tempted to make something up…
P.S. The silver lining for my very sleepless week was my ability to do lots of one-handed commenting & I was the top #KCACOLS commenter last week – yay! I read some great posts and discovered some lovely new blogs!
Phew! I’m hoping that as you read this I’ll be fresh as a daisy after a good nights sleep. On Saturday night, in typical baby fashion, Henry obviously sensed we’d have an early start and was up a grand total of seven times between 10pm and 5.30am, sometimes leaving only 30 minutes between each wake. This made for a very tired Mummy and Daddy, and a slightly cranky Henry heading to church for his christening on Sunday morning.
Saturday was spent cake baking and decorating as I thought it would be a nice touch for it to be homemade and, you know… I have so much time on my hands *rolls eyes*. Anyway, after only one sugar icing induced tantrum, I think it turned out ok. In fact, I’m quite proud of my effort. Maybe celebration cakes could be the start of a new career. Although I’m not sure anyone would be willing to pay my could-use-some-improvement-skills what I would need to charge to break-even, considering what it cost to buy all the tools and ingredients and the woman hours dedicated to it. Possibly not the most viable business…
Somehow, despite the very early start we all managed to make it to the church on time, by which time Henry had been awake for five hours, despite our best efforts to put him down for a nap. In fact, in the whole day he had a 40 minute nap between waking up at 5.30am and going to bed a 6.30pm after a very disturbed night. I appear to have an insomniac baby. Some of the photos in the church depict a very unhappy face, so I don’t think I’ve come away with the happy family photo I was hoping for!
Despite all the tiredness we had a lovely day with all our favourites and Henry is an incredibly lucky boy to have such lovely family and friends around him, and he was very spoiled with some beautiful and thoughtful gifts. We spent the rest of Sunday at my mums, munching cake in a sleep deprived delirious state. I recall seeing three houses on my mums street with rabbit hutches on the drive, with another one being delivered and I’m not 100% sure this even happened…
If anyone’s interested, here’s Henry’s christening cake. I’d offer you my cake baking services but I’m not great value for money.