It’s hard to think that a year ago we were still carting Emily around in her pram. Seriously, how quickly time flies when you’re having fun! :)
And even in her late 3’s, Jessica was pretty eager to help carting around her sister! (Especially if it meant that our endpoint would result in some play time!)
That said, I have to say that I’m pretty pleased that the pram is now properly a thing of the past. Now that I think about it – I should probably get on with actually selling the thing! :)
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Emily didn’t have the greatest of sleeps last night – so it goes with little ones I guess – and it certainly took a little longer than usual to get her out of her cot this morning. Given our tight time schedule (Chantelle working an early, meaning that she needs to be in at the work at 08:00, which in turn means that while she gets ready I need to pack the bags and lunches, and get the kiddies ready for the day), I gently woke Emily up, lifted her out of the cot, carried her over to say a sleepy hi to Chantelle and Jessica, before returning to the room to get my still sleepy baby dressed for the day.
Arming her with distracting fluffy toys, I laid her down on the changing mat, removed her pajama pants and full nappy, cleaned up and got ready to put the replacement nappy on.
Which is the exact point that my hand and foot were all of a sudden warm and wet.
Sigh, at least there is one advantage of having a little girl as opposed to a little boy – I only have to deal with puddles and not sprinkler systems! :)
And as an extra bonus, Chantelle snapped some pictures of Emily’s amazing head of bed hair this morning – just to give you an idea as to how very much asleep she still was this morning:
I empathize with you my girl. When its dark like this in the morning, who wouldn’t still want to sleep a little more! :)
So the 13th of January rolled in and with it, Emily turned one. Seriously can’t believe how the first year of having the cutest baby in the world as part of our family is already over! Anyway, taking Chantelle’s guest house shifts into consideration, we decided that the best date to hold Emily’s birthday party would in fact be two days earlier, namely Sunday 11 January. (Funnily enough, Claire hosted little Grayson’s 1st birthday party on Saturday 10 January, meaning a weekend filled with 1st birthday parties!)
Mom and Dad graciously let us use their home as the venue (we wanted the space and more importantly the pool), and to sprinkle Smarties on the top, the day’s weather was absolutely perfect!
Chantelle, Jess, Emily and I made the trip through to Bellville early morning to start the setup operation, and believe it or not, our timing was exactly spot on because we finished up just as the first guests started arriving – in other words, right on time! :) (So, so many rolls were cut and buttered, Spanspek diced, and Watermelon sliced!)
It didn’t take long for the kids (and the parents) to find themselves in the pool (where the coloured balls soon made an appearance and were an absolute hit – with the dads, who couldn’t stop pelting one another with them!). The fire was soon on the go, and lots of boerewors rolls, spanspek, watermelon and cold salads eventually descended onto the outside table in order to attempt to feed the hungry hordes.
Needless to say, Chantelle had prepared an awesome upside-down ice cream cake for Emily (hastily prepared seeing as we were out the previous day attending Grayson’s party), but the real treat for the day was without a doubt the kids’ ice cream station that Chantelle had set up – complete with about eight flavours of ice-cream, a selection of cones and bowls, and a gazillion different topper treats! Young and old alike gorged themselves (multiple times) on the sweet treats, and then as before, it was back in the pool for pretty much the rest of the afternoon!
Towards the end of the day, the guys mostly gravitated towards the television in order to sit down and watch the unfolding T20 game between the Proteas and West Indies (sadly, South Africa lost), whilst the girls remained outside, rolling their eyeballs and chatting up a storm. (At that stage I’m not sure what the kids were up to because I was watching cricket).
All in all, the day was a huge success story, the kids had a blast, and the parents looked to have thoroughly enjoyed themselves (even if that sentiment is based entirely on all the dads pretty much pelting each other in the pool with coloured balls for the entire day – seriously, we never grow up, do we?).
Every year photographer Wendy Swart pops in at Baby Steps in order to take photos of all the little ones which the parents can then later choose to purchase. Wendy seems to like props. A lot.
So if you are struggling to get into the festive mood, perhaps my cute as a button Emily can be of assistance:
Shame, Emily really does get the short end of the stick in terms of photos and videos posted here on this blog. Second child syndrome I guess you could call it.
Anyway, seeing as I literally just posted a video of a really big milestone for my wise old baby girl, I thought it only fair to prop up her video numbers by releasing this quick video I took of Emily back in April – when she was just a teensy weensy four month old baby.
And as you can see, Chantelle and Jessica seem to have enjoyed the chat! :)
There, I feel better as a father now.
Wow, ten months down the line already and Emily continues to grow cuter by the day. Ticklish, talkative, inquisitive… and now we can add mobile to the list.
Well almost anyway. She was already capable of moving her body around in a circle, but this evening she surprised Chantelle and myself by breaking out her first every leopard crawl.
I watched her first attempt, and then quickly ordered Chantelle to reset her for a second so that I could record it. Needless to say, Emily was less than impressed at having to start back at the beginning, but nevertheless, my little girl soldiered on and made her daddy proud!
See, see! :)
Shame, if being the second child is already so sucky compared to being the firstborn, I would hate to know what it feels like to come third!
Emily is without a doubt the Princess of Hand-Me-Downs, not a title to be proud of mind you. Eight months she has been with us already, and do you know how many new toys we’ve bought for her in all of those eight months?
Zip, zilch, nada.
Quite frankly (from our point of view) she can make do with all of Jessica’s old baby toys and whatever other colourful piece of plastic that catches her eye and won’t cause her to choke. It’s quite shameful actually, but other than clothes, dummies and baby bottles, there isn’t very much else that we’ve bought brand new for her. (And to be honest, if we hadn’t given away 99% of Jessica’s baby clothes to worthy causes over the years before the arrival of Emily, she’d probably be living in those as well!)
If it wasn’t shameful enough, in terms of photos taken with the digital camera (best quality) as opposed to just quick shots with the phone camera (okay quality)? Pretty close to zero as well.
It gets worse though. Number of Emily photos up on display in the house?
Big fat zero.
So Emily Lötter, Princess of Hand-Me-Downs, without a doubt. Shame, no matter how adorable and more cute you might be than the firstborn as a baby, being the second seriously sucks!
Ugh, well that was pretty gross. We’d just dressed up little Emily in her super cuddly and cute brown teddy bear suit, and while Chantelle was getting herself ready to head out with Em, I sat down with the little teddy bear for a quick play time session.
So there I was, sitting in the tub chair, bouncing little Em up and down on my tummy to her great delight, when I lifted her high in the air… where she promptly had a reflux throw up session which very accurately splashed down on my face.
Ick, ick, ick, ick, ickkkky!
Needless to say, I plonked Emily down on the nearest surface I could find and raced off to the basin in order to furiously get rid of my unwanted facial. Ugh.
Still, it could have been worse. Claire’s sister in-law has a similar story – except in her tale the vomit gets into Kirsty’s mouth!
(I hope you weren’t eating breakfast while reading that).
Actually, it is a bit of a problem really, been like that since the start and could go on for as long as a year really. Emily suffers from quite bad reflux (gastro-oesophageal reflux) caused by essentially the little valve that stops flow back from the stomach not being fully formed yet. This means poor old Emily is constantly bringing up milk and stomach contents, meaning that she is always damp/soaked and never goes anywhere without a bib and a spit towel.
It is annoying and extremely frustrating for Chantelle and myself as parents, but thankfully it doesn’t seem to actually bother little Em in the slightest, so we’re grateful for that. Plus, it is a pretty common issue with babies, so it isn’t anything to stress about from our side either.
Still, I have to say, I can’t wait to be out of this particular set of woods…
Bonus content: The above photos do a great job of showing just how much of her full head of birth hair little Emily has already lost – at the height of her hair loss she was leaving little hairy worm trails in her bed as she moved around during the night – as well as her incredibly cute, rather large ears. In fact, ever since Rob pointed them out to me, I’ve been affectionately referring to her as my little ‘Big Ears’! (Much to the annoyance of Chantelle of course…)
As it turns out, Emily is rather useless when it comes to helping me pack away the kids’ washing. I put her down on the bed, throw out the washing, go pack a few pairs of pants away in Jessica’s cupboard, and on my return I find the little snugglebunny fast asleep, having pulled a nice comfortable pink bath towel over herself for the cuddles.
So not quite daddy’s little helper just yet.