Month: October 2006

I love this pic.
Just been uploading a batch of pics from Isa’s mobile. Isa’s just got back from the Queen’s where Bethan was having birthday drinks. Lola’s been asleep, only waking briefly at half ten for a three-minute cry. I’ve been sitting quietly in the sitting room listening to the random stream on the mp3 player (www.mserv.org) and playing along on the guitar a bit. A rare pleasure; I really should dedicate more time to that. I could pull a bit of spare time from that box of it I’ve got stowed away somewhere…

Well, no pertinent title comes to me at present. Nor does any well-constructed, thought-provoking and entertaining content. So we’ll just run with the “whatever comes into my head as I stumble over the keyboard” approach. OK?

Isa and I both have new mobiles — hence the rash of dubious photos here and on flickr. That’s dubious in terms of image quality, not subject, of course. In fact, Isa has taken some great pics of Lola with her phone (which has the more impressive camera — they’re both 2MP jobs, but the one on her Nokia 6233 is better than the one on my K610i).

Lola, meanwhile, has had a nasty cold all week with rivers of snot joining the flow of fluids from her body. Isa bought a special device (a snot pump, perhaps) from the chemist to evacuate her nose of the stuff; I was a little worried her brains might follow but it seems safe enough. It’s like one of those dust blowers you see photographers with: a rubber bulb with a nozzle on.

Her cold makes it hard for her to sleep, so she wakes up more at night and spends the days a bit whingy. Poor mite. She manages, most of the time, to keep smiling, though. *hug* It means she’s spent less time in the gym, so hasn’t perfected her rolling back onto her back trick yet. She has done it once but we were looking the other way and turned round just to see her lying on her back with a slightly bemused expression on her face.

Starting to feel properly autumnal now, with a chill in the air of a morning.That said, it’s still pretty warm and mild-mannered and I’ve not neededto put a coat on yet. Isa has, though; which has caused much amusement in Crouch End as she wanders around with her coat done up over Lola’s sling, leaving Lola with just her head poking out.

It’s getting colder of a night, and Lola’s sleeping in a summer sleeping back. Last night she just had her (thickish) HK pyjamas (from Tina and Mike) on inside the bag, so perhaps she was a bit cold. I see Isa put a blanket over her after the 4am-ish feed.

I hope that wasn’t the cause of her fairly extensive crying, as that’s something we could easily have resolved earlier 🙁

Seems a bit early, but I wonder is Lola teething. She’s stuffing everything into her mouth, gumming down hard, and emitting drool by the gallon. And she was sounding in pain when she cried earlier and, unusually since we started the “leaving her to cry a bit” thing, she didn’t settle back down easily.

I can hear she’s still awake now, after her feed. Hope she drops back off.

Is the current (and very approximate) weight of our little bundle-ino as registered by our bathroom scales.

Today has been hardish. It’s the first weekend since Nonna went home and Lola slept very little last night and was overtired most of the day. Still, we had a good time, with Jenny, Ped, Raphie and Luca popping in this morning, followed by Daphne who had her hair done and then stayed for lunch (ham and pea risotto). Daphne’s really lovely and it was great to see her.

Tonight we’re starting on a new stricter routine for Lola, to try and encourage better sleeping habbits (ie, breaking the association with falling asleep on the nipple). She went to bed (late) at eight and, when she woke at 10:30, we didn’t rush in and feed her, but let her cry for five minutes before going in to reassure her of our presence and then leaving her again. She cried for a few more minutes and then went back to sleep — so that’s great. It’s now 12:30, and I’ve just heard her wake again. She can eat now…

Oh – and she fed from the bottle this evening! Result!

g’night

Soon now Lola will be able to roll over on her own… Lola has *fat* thighs!.. Dad’s getting chubbier, too — put on 10kg in since Lola was born… Lola’s had some fairly heavy cradle cap, which Mum has currently defeated with oil, copious brushing and interminable picking… Lola also has *fat* calves.

Lola wakes in the morning and lies there for an hour, happily talking to herself… Lola still loves her baths, but my does she hate getting dressed after… Lola dribbles like crazy — she’ll soak a bib in an hour or so… Lola is getting more and more into her hands; she’s learnt (in the last week or so) to bring them together and will grab things and pull them towards her mouth (or just stick her hand in her mouth); often she lies there staring at her hands which she puts in front of her face, one behind the other, like a kung-fu fighter… Naturally, Dad often reciprocates, making appropriately Bruce-Lee-ish noises…