The End of an Era (or the Wilderness Club Closes its Doors)

Tomorrow is the end of an era. And the beginning of something new and fantastic. Chris and Kerryn are getting hitched. Congratulations guys. We wish you all the best. May you grow together in love and grace.

We are praying for you that the day goes smoother than some of the preparations have gone, and we assure you in years to come you wont remember the stress of it. Well at least we don’t remember being stressed.

Elisha doesn’t like the hot, muggy weather. It will be interesting to see what he thinks of freezing cold weather. I can’t believe that we are leaving on Sunday… like four days from now. Hopefully while we are away we will be able to get online and I’ll leave some updates as to how things are going.

This morning I was playing with Elisha on the floor and I rolled him onto his tummy. He didn’t move his arm out from under him properly so this doedsn’t really count… but he rolled back onto his back. I got so excited, it was very sad, and he gave me a big grin.

The other big thing in his life, not that he knows it yet, is that we are considering moving him onto solids. His poor old parents are debating all the pros and cons of it, but really don’t know what to do. It would be so much easier in Austria if he was only breastfeeding. But if this waking during the night thing is happening because he is ready to move onto something more substantial, then I think solids is better than broken sleep. The recommended age for introducing solids is now six months. But over the years this has varied a great deal. I read somewhere this morning that at one stage first foods were introduced within hours of birth!!! But he is displaying a lot of the signs that he is ready. I am hoping that the mother-care nurse is at the chemist on Friday and I will go in and ask her.

It feels strange to be thinking about giving him food that isn’t from me. I can’t explain the feeling, but it is there.

Well not sure how much time I’m going to have to get back here before we go away. Oh, hang on I just realised I haven’t said anything at all about our Christmas. It was fantastic. We all got lovely, lovely presents, the food was good, and the company was even better. Elisha had fun eating his presents open, and I am sure next year he will be a bit more aware of what is going on. (This includes Boxing Day too).

Hope you all had a good Christmas too.

Dear Elisha,

It certainly doesn’t feel like a whole month since your last monthly update. That’s probably because it wasn’t. Enough silliness now, down to business.

This has been one very busy month for you my boy. Let’s see what we’ve packed into it. Girls Brigade wind up party, Girls Brigade awards night, divisional AGM, two tupperware parties, a trip to Melbourne, a wedding in Melbourne, a family get together (in Melbourne), Grandpop’s 60th party, a 1st birthday party, a baptism, Uncle Gerry’s birthday supper, your four month injections, christmas shopping, a mother’s group christmas picnic, a photo with Santa, a photo shoot with your two cousins and plenty more which I’m sure I’ve forgotten. We’ve been very busy little beavers to say the least. You also had your very first Big Bath. It was great fun.

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You met lots of family members for the first time, and got to catch up with Oma and Unce Gerry.

And yet, you’ve still found time to grow and develop in so many ways. Yesterday you discovered volume, and then it broke on loud. Today you learned that you could blow a raspberry using your tongue, a couple of times you even laughed at yourself . The only comment I have about this new raspberrying technique is (and you may quote me on this); “It’s a lot wetter”.

You’re still not rolling, but getting ever so close. I’m sure it wont be too much longer. I think the whole learning to roll thing was put on hold while we were in Melbourne. You were cooped up in pram/car seat/people’s arms for so very much of the time, I’m not at all surprised. But you coped so very well with everything. The plane trips were actually pretty okay. I was worried about having THE crying baby on the plane, but I reckon all up on the way over you might have cried in a manner that could be considered annoying for about all of ten minutes, on the way back was a little more, but nothing excrutiating.

Your little outfit for the wedding was just so cute. I’m not going to post it here because if the weather is suitable (funny that that word has those two meanings) that’s what you will be wearing to Uncle Walks and Aunty Kerryn’s wedding. We don’t want to spoil the cuteness. All you need now is a top hat and cane.

You did give us a bit of a fright the night of the wedding. You were grimbling (no that’s not a spelling mistake) in your motel cot (which I don’t think would have passed Australian standards by a looooong shot) and I went in to pick you up and feed you. Except when I got you up out of the cot you started screaming. And not just screaming but REALLY SCREAMING. I tried to get you to feed to settle you but you were not having a bar of it, instead thrashing around, red in the face SCREAMING. I was quite scared, I couldn’t calm you, none of the normal tricks were working. I stood there in the lounge rocking you and singing, talking trying to soothe you but you just SCREAMED and SCREAMED. When Daddy and Gran finally emerged from their bedrooms (we were sharing an apartment at the motel) not only were you SCREAMING but I was in tears. Daddy took you and tried to calm you, no joy. Then he changed your nappy, you SCREAMED. He picked you up again. You SCREAMED. I can’t remember what he did next but yep you guessed it you SCREAMED. Eventually instead of SCREAMING you started SCREAming and I managed to get you to start feeding and then you were okay. Which is a good thing because Daddy and I were about ready to get in the car and find the nearest hospital. I don’t know how we would have gotten you in your carseat in that state though. I honestly thought that you were going to choke or vomit, the force of the SCREAMING was that intense. If you remember tell me what was up when you can talk.

I’m sure I said last month that you were grabbing at things more purposefully, and it seems to have progressed a step further. You’ve started to put your hands out when you want something that is not being dangled right in front of your face. You also arch your back when someone starts to pick you up, which is very helpful. Maybe I didn’t say anything last month, I just had a quick look and couldn’t see anything.

You are very fascinated by that little boy your mummy is holding in the mirror. You reach out to touch him, but he’s not there. And then you go and get all shy at him.

Your new favourite toy is your watermelon. We bought this in Melbourne, it is a coloured water filled teething toy. The first time we gave it to you, you were crying (Note – not SCREAMING) and the instant it went into your mouth you went silent. You chew on it, and suck on it, and drool all over it and everything else with in a fifty foot radius. The toy is even better when it is cold.

Mummy was very mean and when she was speaking to Gran on the phone told her that you were laying on your rug quite happily chewing away on a piece of watermelon. Well, she had a pink fit. “You can’t give a baby watermelon, he’s too little”.

We also discovered that you don’t like barking dogs. When we were visiting Uncle Peter and Aunty Judith in Melbourne Rex had a bit of a bark because you were getting more attention than he was. You pulled your very cute, but also very heart wrenching sad face, took a big gasp of air and then wailed. You were inconsoleable for a couple of minutes. Then it happened again with Rex when we were visiting Jeannie and Marcus.

And then again when you were being baby sat by Mrs de Haan. I think we’re going to have to toughen you up a little my son.

You are now the proud owner of a passport. After much ado we finally filled the forms in correctly, got the photos the right size and signed, got an interview and hey presto!! A passport. You little globetrotter, you.

When I went to take you to get your four month immunisation Dr S. commented on how big you were. In fact I think he said you were too big. Then he asked if you were bottle or breast fed, and then if I was supplementing or giving you solids. I don’t think he believed that you could be that big on mother’s milk only. But you are. We’re going to take you to be measured tomorrow, I’m very interested to see what we see.

Back to the immunisations for a moment. These were done at just after four months of age, so quite nearly a month ago. You still have little lumps in your leg where you had them. Poor Boo.

Well, these are the things that I can think of to tell you in my current, very tired, state of mind. Let’s see where (apart from Austria) the next month takes us.

I love you my little (big) man.

Mummy xx

Getting There

Well I managed to achieve a few things on the list, which is quite a relief. You may notice that I’ve crossed off the scrapping class which wasn’t even until Wednesday. That would be because it actually was today. 🙁 I missed it. How dissapointing. But probably a good thing in a way. Gives me a couple more hours to do all the other things that need doing.

But I’m sure there are more things that I’ve forgotten about… we’ll see.

Things to Do

  • Finish pregnancy album
  • Ring Oma
  • Post letters
  • Ring Tupperware lady
  • Elisha’s passort application
  • Pack suitcases
  • Get Elisha suit
  • Haircut
  • Locate and call Bob
  • Get film in camera developed
  • Take Christmas card photo
  • Get battery for camera
  • Source dictaphone
  • 06/12/2004 Tupperware party
  • 08/12/2004 Pick up photos
  • 08/12/2004 Dentist appointment
  • 08/12/2004 Scrapping class
  • 07/12/2004 Mothers Group
  • 07/12/2004 Bible study
  • 10/12/2004 Melbs
  • Only 1 week and 5 days late… Four Months

    Dear Elisha,

    I have been so busy the last few weeks and I am very sorry for the amount of time you have had to spend alone because of this. You have been so good considering. I hope that now Girls Brigade is finished we will get to spend a bit more time together. Thank you for being so good and letting me get stuff done.

    So what have you been up to this month, apart from spending time alone? Plenty, that is for sure. Your hair is starting to thicken up quite a bit and the bald patch on the back of you head is not so defined as it has been in the past. Who knows, soon you might have more hair than Daddy. I think part of the reason for this is that you are spending more time sitting up. No not on your own, but in your pram, your high-chair and rocker. You are also doing much better with tummy time. In fact sometimes when you are crying and I roll you over onto your tummy, the crying stops.

    Speaking of rolling, you are helping me to roll you over now. I will help to push you over and you put in effort to help. Not sure how much your effort actually achieves, but at least you are trying. At the same time as trying to encourage you to roll, I am very thankful for each day that you’re not on the move, because it means I can take a pretty safe bet that you have not changed location in my absence.

    Although you may not be moving backwards or forwards, or rolling sideways, this doesn’t mean that you’re not moving at all. In fact this is what I found the other day when I had put you down for a nap…

    Obviously this is not how I put you in the bed. You’d moved 90 degrees from the direction I’d laid you in as well as going to the other end of the bed. You hasn’t done it since. You does do it a little on the lounge room floor, but you haven’t done it in bed again.

    Everything that you get in your hands goes directly to your mouth. You’ve got this mouth-hand co-ordination pretty worked out. Except sometimes when the object in your hands is strangely shaped, or too big, or moves around easily (like your plastic keys) it doesn’t make it to your mouth, and this frustrates you immensely and you yell at the object, and if that doesn’t work you are quite often moved to tears.

    Your favourite toys to chew on are probably “George” the dragon, and your cloth book. You have a very interesting reading style… the book is usually scrunched up and pushed into your mouth, or otherwise you grab it and smoosh it right up against your face.

    The art of raspberry blowing has definitely been taken to the next level during this month. You will quite happily ammuse yourself for the better part of a half hour blowing raspberries. Daddy and I will ususally respond in kind, though we have decided we had better not do this all the time or you will think that this is a proper and normal method of communication. Something you have learned about raspberry blowing is that it works MUCH better with a thumb or fingers in the mouth.

    Raspberry blowing also results in a high volume of drool. Sometimes when you are in your car seat blowing raspberries there is a veritable pool of it. Hence, and also because you are known to “spit up” at any time between feeds, your spew rag is your constant friend. Where ever you are, it tends to be. Some children might have comfort blankies, or ribbons or a favourite toy. Elisha, you are going to have a spew rag. Well, it isn’t really a rag, but a flannelette nappy, new when you were born, but they are getting a good work out.

    You are now sitting forward in your car seat. Grandpop bought a new vehicle, a lovely white Ford Courier, and it has an anchor point for a car seat. So Daddy and Grandpop took you for a ride in it. I told Daddy that seing as he was taking the car seat out of the car he might as well switch it around, because you were heavy enough to do so. It has certainly made putting you in and getting you out of the car a whole lot easier. Don’t have to lift you over the straps any longer. Mind you, I still have to put you into your seat by feel, because the car is so low I cannot duck my head in with you in my arms. So I place you in your seat without being able to see you. Most times the end result is okay, but there are days where you need some adjustment. And when putting you in your car seat the spew rag must always be close at hand, for it is almost guaranteed that you will bring a little up. Let’s hope that one stops before too long.

    You are still growing at a rate of knots, and your measurments are still up around the 97th percentile. You had your four month injections a couple of weeks ago and Dr S said that you were too big for your age and asked if I was supplementing formula or giving any solids. NO and NO. And don’t worry, I don’t think you are too big. I think Dr S is from the old school. Most people will now tell you that you cannot overfeed a breastfed baby, and I agree with this.

    Because of your steady growth you are going through clothes very quickly. You are starting to grow out of some of your 00 and into 0s. This is completely okay with me as my favourite thing to do is buy you new clothes. I love buying you “little boy” clothes. And they really do make you look like a little boy. It is amazing how different clothes can make you look. Put you in a white grow suit and you are still a bubby, little boy clothes and “hey presto” you are transformed.

    You were so good when you had your injections. I decided to be brave this time and take you by myself. Dr S did both injections in one leg. You didn’t make a sound for the first needle, although you did look a little surprised. The second time round you gave a pained cry but that was it. Which meant that Dr S had to squeeze your mouth open to give you the drops. You were not impressed about those. Your expression was one of disgust.

    On Sundays you have started going to creche. The first couple of times I left you there, I don’t think I heard a word of the sermon. I was listening for sounds in the hallway of someone coming to get me. I think I’ve had to come and get you once, but you were due for a feed so that was okay.

    A few weeks ago was Brigade Sunday, and I had to talk at the front of church. When you heard my voice you really started up. I have no idea if it was the fact that you were due for a feed, or because of the strange sound of my voice coming out of the speakers that set you off. Daddy took you out quick smart, which was good because it was very distracting for me, I wanted to come and make you happy.

    You are happy most of the time. But you have your moments, or sometimes you even have your days. I have to keep reminding myself that you are just a baby and I cannot expect adult behaviour from you.

    We have a little bed time routine going. Daddy or I will get you ready for bed, clean nappy, appropriate clothing for sleep. Then we sing you your bedtime prayer. This is the same prayer that I used to sing when I was a little girl. You think it is great, and give the biggest grins, which makes it very hard for daddy and I to continue singing.

    You started smiling quite soon after you were born, but you have not been much of a laugher. In fact it was not until last night that Daddy heard you really and truly laugh for the very first time. But if you are in the right frame of mind I have found something that works. “Peek-a-boo”. Your laugh would have to be the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

    Right now you are sitting on my lap hiccuping and I think you are just dying to type something, but I am a mean mummy and don’t believe that the keyboard is an appropriate toy. 🙂

    I love you baby, and am looking forward to what thisfifth month brings.

    xx Mummy xx