Still alive. Again.

Yes, we are the world’s worst bloggers, and for that we apologise. We so didn’t want to be the TTCers who had a baby and then disappeared down a hole, but somehow we managed to fall into at least a small ditch-sized dent of earth. All is not lost, though, because I have taken daily photos of BB, well, every day, and have just posted a few up here. So, if you’re ever wondering if we’re alive, you can usually tell from BB’s blog.

If you weren’t wondering, and if you’d just like the lowdown, here are a few SHG-stylee bullet points (because we love SHG, and bullet points):

• I don’t know about vee, but I am ridiculously behind in my blog-reading and my email-replying-to.  It feels weird and kind of disconnected, somehow, so I am planning to do a bit of a binge later if we can con BB into lying peacefully for about an hour.
• This is largely because the weather here has been brilliant recently, and here in the UK, that means you Must Go Outside as much as possible. Well, it does for us, anyway. We go on an hour-long ‘family walk’ almost every day, along with the dog, who thinks BB is the bee’s knees. He isn’t wrong.
• BB finally met the rest of my side of the family (except for my sister who’s abroad at the moment, sadly), who were all very impressed by his “sturdiness” – my family like sturdy – and it felt less weird than anticipated to meet my brother’s second baby who is younger than BB… you know, the one who was conceived when their first was only about 4 months old, the fertiles. Strangely, no weirdness. Instead, we marvelled at her spindly little legs, admired her wise face, and freaked out at how bizarre it was to hold a baby who was WEARING A DRESS.
• In similar Normality Rocks fashion, we actually craved pineapple the other day, and have voluntarily eaten two pineapples since BB was born. There is hope, people. Take it from us.
• Daily, we thank our lucky stars that BB is largely an easy baby who doesn’t cry very often. He’s doing good, and can hold his head up well by himself already at 10 weeks old. People keep asking us, “have you got him into a routine yet?” which drove me mad until I realised they didn’t mean “have you made him follow a timetable yet?”, but more kind of, “is life at all manageable?” – to which the answer is yes. We kind of mix and match and make it up along the way, but are fans of slings, swaddling, SSHHing (thank you, thank you, Michelle and Jen), at the same time as embracing prams, baby gyms and well, whatever works.
• BB’s favourite things at the moment are fresh air, his feet (which he is forever looking for), baths and breast milk.
• Speaking of which, I’ve done a bit of bottle feeding of expressed milk, which was not my favourite thing, but hey, whatever. I’ve only had one breastfeeding-themed meltdown since I last posted about that, which is something of an achievement (the fact that it was at 5am is irrelevant) and I’m feeling a bit more at peace, generally.
• We have a love-hate relationship with cloth nappies… kind of a long story, but after being convinced that we were doing it wrong, we alternated between cloth and disposables, then went to see a local cloth nappy expert who told us we were doing it right, and that BB’s nappy rash won’t be too bad as he gets older. Whew. Now, we’re using a mixture of fleece liners and disposables and a variety of cloth nappies, to see what works.
• As I said, we like to mix and match.
• I think that’s all I can squeeze out for now.
• Oh, and strangely, I feel as if I’ve known BB for years. How is that possible?!

Finally, we note that Bri and oneofhismoms have both cleverly asked their readers to tell them what they wanted to read about… if it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for us.

So: what the hell do you want us to blog about?  We’ll try to oblige.

xxxx jay