Xmas Xpress

Xmas

The B'Wood Yangs enjoyed another Xmas this year at the Macca household - now with fully extended kitchen, dining area and master bedroom. Aimee of course made thorough use of all the new space and scurried around the place like it was her own home.

Both Aimee and Dylan (his first Xmas...wow!) received bountiful supply of pressies, so many that our car was in danger of collapsing under the weight. Sadly, the untrusty jalopy that is my car did indeed collapse, post Boxing Day necessitating a tow truck and a mechanic that was thankfully open during Xmas. My New Years resolution will definitely include buying a new car.

That was not the only incident over Xmas. 92 year old Granny still had enough gas in her to cause upset and turmoil with her criticisms and comments, same as every year.

But it did not spoil what was one of the best Xmas's we enjoyed for a long time, with our super extended family.

Tantrums

Aimee is now officially in the terrible twos (TT) category. Over Xmas she developed a quite demanding persona, escalating to full blown tantrum stakes. Back at home I went to Tesco and of course, supermarkets and toddler tantrums go to together like fish and chips. She went into a full on hysteria screaming fit all because I couldn't cuddle her, push the trolley and pick out groceries at the same time. She wanted cuddles there and then and everything had to stop. So after doing every trick I knew, I had enough and just plonked her into the trolley and proceeded to check out, with her screaming more loudly and begging 'out, out, out trolley, no daddy no daddy'. You can imagine the pitying onlookers and perpahs not a few unapproving gazes as well.

Since then, she has threatended a few more TT tantrums, but we've averted them with distraction and concessions. I have a horrible feeling it is only going to get worse.

Return of the Yangs

My mum and dad came back from Thailand after a 3 month stay from looking after my sister and her newborn Oscar. It was great to see them again, and looking so healthy and well. ngand dad immediately, well it was that and the tons of presents they brough back. She is easily pleased is our Aimee. My parents went all gaga with Dylan straight away, with lots of cooing and complimenting about his healthy physique and handsome face (of course, like his daddy!). Dyls played his part superbly by smiling lots and being generally cute. But as always, the star of the show is Aimee and she played them her full repertoire of laughs, gurnings, dance moves, comedy acts etc etc.

The new year will bring many changes for our kids. We hope to find a good nursery. We will start Aimee potty trainng. Dylan will grow bigger and start bottle, then weening. And, towards the end of 2008, Cat will return to work and we will have to work out a new routine. Lots for us to think and fret over.

Brother sister

More weighings

Dylan, at 5 weeks old, now weighs an arm busting 4.74 Kg (10lb7oz).

Contrast the differences in differing boroughs, but the health visitor here seems to come round our house almost weekly. In Hackney, they just left you on your own after a week.

Dyls seems to be settling into a pattern of constant 2 hour feeds interruped by half sleeps during the day, coupled with long 5-6 hour sleeps at night. Great for our own sleep, but exhaustingly high maintenance during the day. But we've learned a few tricks from early Aimee days and any fussiness is quickly quelled with various rocking, shooshing and knee dipping (nicked from the one baby Pilates/yoga class Cat ever took) techniques.

I'm off on leave now and can help look after Aimee before the Xmas hols. So I used the chance to check out the local parent and toddler play group in the village hall. From the outside, the hall is a ramshackle tin hut, but on the inside, it is a warm, inviting bedlam of fun. Aimee enjoyed it but we got there too late and only had about 20 minutes. We'll certainly go again and for £1.50, it is a bargain and a vital service for local mums (and the odd dad).

Yummy Mummy

Cat, Aimee and Dylan became models for the new Tesco Direct catalogue (summer edition). Aimee of course loved every second under the spotlights of the camera. Dylan was also enraptured, then fell back to sleep. One of the Tesco media staff described Cat as a ‘Yummy Mummy’ which is a lovely compliment.
This evening, I was mucking around with silly faces in front of Dylan and I swear, he smiled, not just the first time, but several times and exactly in response to my silly faces. He kinda gurgled in pleasure too. This surely has to be a record – who’s ever heard of a 5 week old actually smiling. Some say wind, but I’m convinced it is otherwise. It’s an amazing experience to witness your bambino smile for the first time. I seem to remember Aimee smiling very early too but we didn’t believe it. She hasn’t stopped flashing her famous smile ever since.

Photo makes me look like I got my hands full! Well it's certainly true, but not as full as Cat, who looks after both all day every day...what a champ she is.

Dyls's tests came back normal, he is fine and I guess that means no UV phototherapy to treat the jaundice thank goodness. I reckon a spot of normal daylight would be adequate but with the really shite weather at the moment, I doubt he'll get out much.

Aimee was reported to have managed to unknot a tied up door key and very nearly make her escape from grandparent's house in MK. She's developing some very crafty and ingenious naughty tactics that her old man would be proud of in his own toddler days (child safety comes first now though, ahem.)

Billy Rubin

Poor little Dylan is still jaundiced so Cat took him to see the paediatrician. She took blood and urine samples (Dylan confidently filled his vial of weewee more than twice over!) and we'll soon find out if he has any underlying illness. The doc also noted from her careful Q&A that he has acid reflux.
This is when the baby's gut is not mature enough to stop stomach acid entering the upper throat and mouth, causing pain and discomfort. Cat did notice on seveal occasions that Dyls had sicked up transparent fluid which I said was acid. This was confirmed by the doc so we now have to slightly change the way we feed him and put him to sleep.
Having said that, Dyls has been sleeping pretty well at night - 4 hours a go with one major feed about 3am. I reasoned that it is because it is quiet and fairly cool and he can rest without his big sister trying to poke him in the eye. The sleep certainly helps Cat but, like a high pedigree Friesan, her boobs do get painful if she is not milked for more than 4 hours!
Despite the miserable December weather, we've been trying to get Aimee out and about as much as possible. It's not very healthy for an active toddler to stay indoors all day. Cat has found a number of toddler playgroups in B'Wood and Aimee now goes for walks with reins strapped to her (which she loves!). Photos of that to come soon.

Guess who?

All babies are roughly 4 weeks old. From top left going clockwise: Seymour (late '60's), Dylan (2007), Aimee (2005), cousin Oscar (2007). Can't seem to find a picture of a baby Cat, perhaps a raid through the Macca photo albums might yield something bribeworthy, erm I mean cute and interesting.

Aimee's Whining Hours

What is it with kids and sleep. They tear around all day so you’d think they would be tired enough to comfortably fall asleep the moment they hit the pillow. But not Aimee. No matter what time or routine we try, she still plays up big time at bedtime. Sometimes, she’ll only fuss for about 10 mins, but it's recently become real bad - she’ll cry and cry and moan and beg and scream for ages. We’ve learnt there’s no point running in and acceding to her demands (want teddy, want light on, want come out, want this, want that) because it only prolongs the affair and encourages her behaviour. Thank goodness she is still in the cot and contained within it, but I shudder at the thought that soon, she will be old enough for a bed and can then get out and get up to mischief all by herself.

Cat seems to be doing fairly ok during the day. It doesn't help that weather is cold and wet so Aimee can't play in garden or park, but there's enough entertainment at home for now. But it sure is exhausting. I come home from work and Cat is almost trance-like with tiredness. So I take over, but on a couple of nights, she wanted me to use the baby carrier (the brilliant Baby Bjorn) on Dylan. So after Aimee goes to bed (wailing as just described) I carry Dylan around.

Now this might seem easy, and for a short period it is. But Dylan is fretful at the moment. He can't sleep very long before his wind kicks on and fidgets and winces and then begins to cry. The Bjorn is the only thing that settles him. Probably because he is carried around in an upright position that keeps his stomach acid and excess milk where it should be, ie in his stomach. And of course he has my warm body to keep comfy in. The other night, he sat in the Bjorn eyes wide open refusing to sleep until 1am with me swaying and humming trying to lull him to sleep. All in aid of poor Cat who had not had any sleep the night before. You know, for a recent newborn (now weighing an impressive 9lb 3oz) he sure gets heavy after 3 hours in a baby carrier.

The health visitor came again and mentioned that Dylan still had a bit of jaundice in his eyes. It’s only mild but she reported it to our hospital paediatrician who may want to see him. Usually J goes away after a week, which is why she was curious, although not worried, by the lingering yellowness on a four week old. But the drinking machine that is Dylan is not letting a bit of pigment build-up get in the way of his milk. He now weighs 9lb 3 oz and looks a chubbier beast to when he was first born.