Wah ergh ahhh!

Ivy is trying to talk.....already. My mother says this is not suprising as A: She's a girl and B: She's my girl. Ivy watches me and Ed talking intently and then interjects with very enthusiastic "argh, la, wah AHHHS!' before looking slightly suprised with herself.

I've also caught her trying to engage the cupboard, her toys and other inanimate objects in conversation. Weirdly she chooses to completely ignore Chloe, who in my mind looks like a gorgeous fluffy toy come to life and should be irresistable. Perhaps Ivy hasn't forgiven her for jumping on her head the other night.

Smile

And then...just when parenthood starts feeling like the most thankless and badly paid gig in town babies must get together and come up with a strategy to ensure that their parents don't trade them in for a new plasma screen tv. Their tactic? Flash one of these and said parent melts and decides all is forgiven. All together now - AWWWWW.

Kindred spirit

I was chatting to a girl at Mothers group who admitted she calls her baby by her cats name all the time. (I do this too....a lot). As a fellow cat lover I found this quite endearing...and then she won me over completely with her next comment when we were chatting about the 'having the cat in the bedroom with the baby' dilemma. I said "oh decided to let the cat stay in the room so we were all together" to which she said "Oh we were worried to have the cat and the baby in the same room together.....so we put the baby in another room."

Love it.

Whose bed is it?

As per my last post thanks to my angsty sleeplessness in the presence of Ivy (and the fact she is getting so damn big and is hitting the sides of her basinette) we decided to move her into her own room and her own cot last night. I felt a bit mean at first leaving someone so, so small in a room all alone in the cold but I have to admit that once she was in there and asleep it was nice to be able to go to my own room and turn lights on and off and talk to Ed without freaking out that I was going to wake her. Dunno why I bother being so quiet to be honest - in the daytime she will sleep anywhere...except for the peace and quiet of her bed. In the last week her favourite daytime sleeping places have included: The movies (she was out for the count the whole way through the Simpsons film), travelling down the west link with semi trailers belting past, in the kitchen with the radio blaring loudly right next to her head and my personal favourite; with her pants off, legs akimbo sunbaking under the heat lights in the bathroom with the washing machine going.

Last night I decided to cosy up her little room, make up her little bed inside the cot and get things ready for her nightime solo sleeping debut. Seems I did a good job as later that evening when I couldn't find Chloe guess where I discovered her?

I guess she was testing it out for Ivy, and frankly if it got the stamp of approval from a fussy spoilt cat I guess it must be comfy. Seems to be true as Ivy slept like a lamb in her new bed last night and everyone was happy.

In other news Ivy is losing her hair, quite the tragedy - she is now starting to look a little bit like John Howard in the follicle department and Winston Churchill in the chin and chubby cheek department. Poor little bird, I am hoping her new hair makes an appearance soon. In the meantime we've had to crack out the impressive wardrobe of silly hats she's been given to detract from her funny newborn baby looks.