A young food monster in the making.

Woooah 9 months, sorry guys, my bad. Babies are pretty time consuming. I could have had a whole other baby in that time! (Thankfully I didn’t.)

Lizzie is one independent little munchkin. She rolled, she crawled and now she walks. She has 8 little gnashers, she LOVES her food, and she’s badass.

The teeth have been coming through since she was three months. I made it to six months before I decided that being repeatedly bitten on the nipple was far too painful to continue breastfeeding. I tried saying “No!”, but Lizzie thought this was hilarious and I really didn’t. We combination fed till seven and a half months, then moved her completely to bottle.
I’ve heard that babies are supposed to sleep better once they move to bottle, but that was actually the opposite for us. This could have also been because we moved her from our bed to her own room at roughly the same time. The poor bugger must have had a bit of a shock.
I don’t think I mentioned it before – we completely gave up on moses basket / crib sleeping and exclusively co slept from about two and a half months. I know there’s a lot of bad press about it, but it worked for us and we were always very careful about how we did it. Plus, it was fab waking up to her little morning smiles. Not the scratches from her talon like fingernails which I kept forgetting to trim though.

We started weaning her at just before 6 months – she decided this when she stole my bacon. I don’t blame her. Who doesn’t like bacon? We chose to go down the baby led weaning path through recommendations from family, and I’m really glad we did. I think you have to be pretty confident with it, because it’s not a case of IF your baby chokes, it’s WHEN. Thankfully we read a few books and it was briefly touched upon in our NCT class and we have been pretty confident with it throughout. The only thing she’s choked badly on, which made me slightly concerned, was mashed potato! Seriously..It wasn’t even lumpy..
She’s a food lover and baby led weaning has made her more confident and curious with food. She basically has whatever we are having. We cook fresh meals every day with plenty of fruit and veg, so we’ve not even had to change anything which is great! She especially likes any Moroccan spiced dish, and her all time fav is veggie packed enchiladas. I have witnessed her falling asleep twice in this, just because she’s refusing to stop eating. She totally takes after me.
She started crawling around 5 months (I have it written down somewhere) and has been walking like a pro for a couple of months now, starting at 2 days before she was 9 months. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when she took her first step in her bedroom, it was crazy – she looks way too small to be walking. I maintain that the only reason she started crawling and walking so early is because she is obsessed with the cat. Poor Ophelia however, isn’t overly enamoured with Lizzie.
She thinks the dogs are great, Buck thinks she’s fab, Scout thinks she’s a source of food. We’d been quite obsessive with getting her to “be nice” with the animals, which has paid off in recent weeks. She has started obviously stroking Buck, and patting, which all be it, can become an aggressive pat, but it’s a pat all the same. Buck is exceptionally good with her, and on the odd moment we’ve not been able to catch her poking him, he just licks her and cuddles into her even more. It’s actually adorable. All good practice for when she can actually keep up with the cat. Claws are not fun.
She’s got such a cheeky character. Unless she’s teething or unwell (we’ve had on off colds for about 2 months /sigh) then she’s always smiling and chattering to herself. She knows how to wave and say “hiya”, which in her case is a hand flop and “heuuuuuurgh”, she can clap, high five and tongue click. I am training her to say “mummy”, but I think “dada” will come first. She hates putting clothes on and she loves to run around naked – hopefully this will stop when she gets older, I’d rather she wasn’t an exhibitionist. Her favourite film is no longer Frozen, to my husbands delight, but Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs 1 and 2. They are pretty hilarious, so I can happily get behind this. Marc and myself could pretty much quote you the films now line for line, and we still love them. She is also mega obsessed with the old Thomas the Tank Engine series. We’re talking the Ringo Star editions, not the rubbish American ones – which Marc keeps accidentally putting on. He thinks there isn’t any difference. Lizzie and I disagree. Her smiliest time is when we blow on her tummy, or when we first go into her bedroom in the morning.
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Cuteness overload.

Lizzie has had her first Christmas (spoilt rotten,) spent with both sides of the family. She had a very large Christmas dinner, lots of new toys to play with and enjoyed chasing her…I want to say second cousin…..around and stealing her olives. This was a good day on Lizzie terms.

She was Christened in February in the same church Marc and I got married in, in South Gloucestershire. It’s such a gorgeous church, we were so lucky they agree’d to do it there. We had family come in from all over the place to come see her, it was a great day. She had a really good time! Unfortunately, I couldn’t get her away from the food, so in most of the photos, she is either stuffing her face, or has biscuit plastered all over it. Could this girl be any more like me?

Last time I posted, I had just started to get back into exercise. Maaan, that was a struggle. Thankfully, I had an awesome ‘buggy fit’ class, run by the fantastic Kate, and I have a gym buddy that has dragged me to the gym twice a week, almost every week. Not to mention a husband who is willing to try all my weird and wonderful new mega healthy recipes. He even liked some of them 😉
Thanks to all of this, I actually now weigh less than before I was pregnant. Hell. Freaking. Yes. I still have a wobbly baby tum, and tiger stripes but that doesn’t bother me. I actually look okay in a bikini again and that will do.

I’ve started back at work – only part time, but that is enough. Some young whippersnapper actually said to me
“I bet you were going stir crazy at home with nothing to do”
ERM…. It took all my will power to smile back and explain that having a baby did actually take up a lot  all of your time. Energy. General will to live on a “sleep is for losers” day. Babies are exhausting dude!

Until next time, love and dribbly baby kisses XOXO