Dot writes: Hugh generally feels that any activity is improved by shouting while you do it. When happy he growls, bellows, declaims and rants. When slightly less happy he whinges, whimpers and whines. When on rare occasions he simply talks I am surprised and rather touched by what a sweet, high little voice he has. [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘Sprouting’
13 December, 2009
Memory
Dot writes: when I am plunged into gloom over the latest parenting blunder I’ve perpetrated against our firstborn, Ken is wont to console me with the thought that he won’t remember any of it. But it’s interesting to notice how he is starting to remember things, and not just where the chocolate lives when we [...]
10 December, 2009
Zzzz
Dot writes: this is Hugh having his nap last Thursday:
Note that he has nodded off over a book: Baby Touch and Feel: Trucks (Dorling Kindersley), for those interested. As far as Hugh is concerned our sleep situation is really quite good these days. If only he hadn’t had a relapse to 5.50am this morning. And [...]
3 December, 2009
In which Hugh eats cake
Dot writes: now we’re back in Dublin, here are some of the pictures from our trip to England.
Mum took us to Thrigby Hall Wildlife Park, which specializes in large felines. Hugh was very taken with them and exclaimed “cat! cat!”, pronouncing the t very carefully. You wouldn’t want to offend this particular [...]
16 November, 2009
Enormobabe
Dot says: babies are supposed, as a rough guideline, to double their weight by six months. Frank has almost managed it at eight weeks: 13lb 8.5oz / 6.125kg today (adjusted to allow for nappy etc). I remember worrying a bit when Hugh had the same massive weight gain and being reassured that he would slim [...]
13 November, 2009
Sir Hugh and the Field of the Burning Fowl
Dot writes:
[A mother (for example, the mother of two small boys when her husband is away) scales vast mountains and deep canyons of emotion, solves problems of fiendish complexity, and draws on profound wells of courage, endurance and baby-wipes. But somehow, when she tries to tell people the details of her intense, absorbing experiences, they [...]
9 November, 2009
Dear Frank
Dear Frank,
I want to write a post for you. We share a lot of cuddles and a lot of feeds, you and I, but somehow it’s still your big brother who gets all the column inches. He is so big and loud and you are so small and – well, loud, but less loud. Actually [...]
25 October, 2009
Too sleepy to think of a title
Dot writes: I had a very good day on my own with the boys yesterday while Ken went to Belfast for a conference, but who cares about that. This morning it’s back to horrible: Hugh awake at 5.20, sopping wet and very angry. Only because the clocks went back last night that made it 4.20. [...]
