Flossing for a 2-year-old!

Eva has been for her 6 monthly dental check.  As with all medical checks Eva lay quietly and allowed the Dentist check her teeth.  This is the first time that she has sat in the chair herself and I forgot to capture it in a photo.  She looked so cute with her sunglasses on lying back on the examination chair.

The Dentist couldn’t see any decay around the areas of weakness on Eva’s front 4 teeth which is the main reason we go.  However she rated her oral hygiene as “Fair” and grumpily told me that I need to improve the brushing.  At this point I guessed that she doesn’t have children because if she did she may realise that some days “Fair” is the best I can do when Eva is refusing to have her teeth brushed at all!

The Dentist followed this up with the recommendation that we floss Eva’s teeth nightly!  I just about laughed in her face but realised that this may have offended her as she was very serious.  Of course it’s hard to say that this would be difficult at home while Eva is lying very still letting the Dentist floss her teeth (sedated by the tv directly above her head on the ceiling).

To Andrew’s credit he has managed to floss her teeth nightly (without tv sedation) and hopefully improve the teeth brushing.  I am hoping to improve our score to “Good” at the next visit in January!


Our 5kg Boy

Our little man is flourishing.  Hugo passed his 8 week (corrected age) check up with flying colours.  He is smiling, following objects, focussing and lifting his head up in tummy time.  Hugo has been discharged from the paediatrician which is great news as this means he is doing brilliantly.

Hugo’s stats for 9 weeks corrected (3.5 months): 5.21kg (11lb 7oz), 57cm in length and 39.2cm head circumference.  He had a 490g increase in 17 days which is just perfect.

I can remember celebrating when Eva finally reached 5kg at 15 weeks (7 months).  It felt like such a big milestone for us and of course we were lucky enough to have Auntie Ali staying with us so Eva had a fabulous cake.

Watching Hugo develop is so much fun.  His awake times as so much more interactive now. He even enjoys lying on the playmat and looking at the various dangling toys, although he rarely gets to do that in peace. Not that he minds his big sister being around.  He really idolises her.  I love this photo of the two of them.

Hugo is now sleeping in the cradle that was made by his Popa for his Daddy 35 years ago.  I think that it is lovely that Hugo sleeps surrounded by this love.

Prayers for a Tiny Baby Please

There is a family who need some loving prayers as I write.  Andrew’s cousin Todd and his wife Andrea are expecting their second child.  Last week, at 20 weeks gestation, Andrea lost her amniotic fluid.

Currently they are resting and taking each day at a time.  We pray that Andrea and their baby remain well.

Back Soon

All is well here but I just haven’t got to writing here in a while.  I promise to be back with lots of details soon.  There are always photos on Flickr for you to enjoy.  In the meantime I will leave you with this great summary of Motherhood that I read here the other day.  It sums up lots of what’s keeping me busy right now.

What you eat can affect pregnancy and breastfeeding.

When you eat depends on when you have a spare moment (and sometimes you hide in the pantry to eat a piece of chocolate so you don’t need explain to a 2-year-old, why they can’t have some).

What you wear depends on how much vomit and snot you are prepared to have on a particular outfit.

When you dress you need to allow for breastfeeding and looking after little children. This means dresses are sometimes out…and dangly earrings, and long hair left out, and necklaces, and rings, and a lot of other things.

When you sleep, and how long for, depends how sick your children are, when they are teething and a myriad of other reasons.

What you do and where you go depends on how settled your child is and a million other variables.

The home needs to be child proof, and is rarely tidy when you have a toddler tearing around pulling everything out.

You can’t go anywhere without a huge bag filled with mumsy things.

You can almost never sit down for a more than a few minutes, even when you’re trying to have coffee with a friend.

You’re constantly (absolutely constantly) responsible for keeping another person alive.

Sometimes you feel like a machine, always providing for the needs of other and cease to exist as an individual person.