VERY quick one, much like what I am about to talk about. One
thing, among a million, that NCT classes, midwives and baby books don’t give
you much of a steer on is how to get things done when a baby is capable of
movement. In the beginning it was kind of okay to leave the chubster alone in a
room for a 30 seconds (or more) because she was essentially beached. It was
ideal, she was happy to lie there and was physically incapable of shifting
her considerable body mass. Times have
changed. In the time it takes for me to fill a kettle for a much-needed cup of
coffee the nincompoop will have carried out numerous commando rolls and ended
up wedged under the sofa. Not that that has ever happened. Definitely not.
Back in the olden days when M’lady was a baby, not nearly
SEVEN-months-old we could strap her into the bouncer if we wanted to get
something done, like tidy up or even make some breakfast. Now though, she has
piled on so much weight that the bouncer would buckle under the strain and has
been consigned to history. Until I purchase a holding pen to kettle the
hooligan I have to remain on guard at all times, or carry her, which is fine
until my arm withers.
Picture the scene: The Milk Lady had gone to work, solids
session was successful, clean-up was done. It was 0845 and we were on track for
a textbook 0900 nap-time. By 0850 mid-sleep-sssshhhes I was practically
salivating at the prospect of having a shower and attending the lavatory. Our
cleaner (yes I draft someone in to assist with the carnage) was due at 1000 and
didn’t have a key. Plenty of time.
Nah. The A-bomb was too full of beans to have a nap, until
0950. Knock Knock went the door. It was the cleaner. I was still itching with uncleanliness
and busting for the basin, to put it mildly. Without having time to say much
more than hello, the scrubbing operative had steamed into the bathroom and I
was left knocking my knees, doing a dance like Bert on the rooftops in Mary
Poppins.
Eventually the cleaner emerged and I explained that I would
be in the shower. If she needed to clean the toilet or shower in the next ten
minutes, she was welcome to wash around me. Thankfully it didn’t come to that.
All of this was because the A-bizzle was now too mobile to
be left alone and also too obstinate to go to sleep when asked.
She is grounded.
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