So a few weeks ago we started bring baby stuff out of storage to make sure it was okay. Some of it has been moved 3 or 4 times now.
Like our bassinet. Our bassinet? Dead. It would probably be okay for another baby, but the wicker weave has started to come away from the base and there are pokey out staples everywhere. It would be a simple matter to fix it, but I simply cannot be bothered.
Instead, we will just set up the cot in our bedroom and bypass a bassinet completely. I know from experience that little ones don’t spend all that much time sleeping in them anyway, tending to prefer sleeping on Mummy’s boobies.
We also brought out the bouncer thingy that Amy spend alot of time sleeping in as a baby.
We knew damn well that Amy would insist on sitting/bouncing/laying in it for a while and we wanted the novelty to wear off before the baby arrives. Personally, with how enamoured Amy is with the bouncer (despite being much too big for it and falling out occasionally) I’m not sure the novelty is ever going to wear off. She might get bored with it for a while, but I think once the baby is here we might have some issues with the bouncer.
Ditto with the pram.
Up until Amy was 12 months old, the only time she would nap was in the pram. I used to walk for HOURS with her in order to get her to sleep (I measured it once, it would take Amy about 1.5km to fall asleep if she was sleepy and longer if she was overtired). She eventually started napping in her cot around her first birthday.
When she was about 15 months old and bigger, we retired the pram and bought a little umbrella stroller for when we were out shopping and stuff. The pram went to sit in a dusty corner in a spare room and then when we moved here, it ended up in the shed.
So not too long ago, I grabbed the pram out of the shed and gave it a bit of a wipe over, washed the cover and brought it inside to get Amy used to having it about again.
Unfortunately she now spends all her time clipping herself into the pram and yelling ‘Help Mummy! Click! Click!’ and needing me to unclip her.
Sigh.
Not to mention the fact that every time I turn around, Amy is wearing another article of clothing that is meant to be for the baby.
I’m sorry Amy, but a 2 yo does not fit into a newborn growsuit, no matter how creatively you twist it.
Funnily enough, Amy does fit into the baby’s pants. Heh, who knew that size 000 and size 2 pants actually all have the same waist measurement.
[Also, I need to add, as I’m writing this, Amy just wandered past singing ‘bedtime, bedtime’ to herself, while sucking on a bottle teat. I thought I’d thrown all our old teats out, but obviously not. She’s just wandered into my room, wonder how long she will occupy herself in there?]
[about 2 minutes]
All round though she has been pretty good.
Although, I am almost dreading setting up the cot. God, how is that going to work? We plan to do the three sided cot thing that we did with Amy with the cot up against our bed; at least for the first few months.
Speking of cots, I don’t have any idea where the bolts to put the cot together are. Nathan swears he does, but I’m not sure I believe him.
Excuse me while I go and turn our house upside down looking for them.
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Also as an aside, it’s my birthday today! 20 years old.
I feel so much older, hehe.
