Wikkid, innit!

Apart from snotter, yesterday seems to have been a bit of an Ibiza DJ day for Marcail.  Aside from wandering around the house and garden on a photo shoot inspired by the James Blunt “Same Mistake” video, she got into the swing of it and threw some great shapes for the club dance floor, innit.

The last two days or so have been a lot better for us, thank goodness.  I don’t know if it has been colic, or if we’ve just not been effective enough and clearing windContinue reading→

… boogaloo.

Bliss in the garden

Another first.  We thought Marcail was getting a little milk spot just inside her nostril.  It would clear up in time, like the rest will.  Continue reading→

There really don’t seem to be enough hours in the day to do a job, have a baby, and write a blog.  If I was a woman then I could multi-task, of course, but I’m not so I just get grumpy if I try!  A lot has happened in a week though and Marcail is really coming on as a little personality in her own right.

There’s been a fair bit of this

It’s been challenging at times, it has to be said.  A couple of days this week Debs has really had a hard time keeping it all going.  She’s up more than me during the night and then, while I’m in an adult environment at work, she’s still here with Marcail.  If Marcail is fine, then that’s fine.  A couple of days in the last week, though, Marcail hasn’t been fine, so that’s really not been fine.  One day in particular, must’ve been death on a stick as Marcail had been crying pretty much non stop from when she got up to when I got home; and no, it didn’t stop then.

Bathtime happiness

On the other hand, there are lots of times when it is simply the best thing in the world to be a new parent.  She’s been having more regular baths now that she’s getting a bit bigger, we’re up to about three a week.  She seems to like the water on the warm side too, which once you realise that it seems to be fine, works just swell.  If it’s too cool for her though, you’re back to the first scenario!  Her skin is still quite dry and flaky, but the nappy rash that she got earlier is really clearing up now and looking much much better.

All content now

The parents of a late colleague of Debs’ from Chicago are over in Scotland at the moment.  They are Camerons so have been here for their clan gathering and  took the opportunity to take a tour of the country.  We met up with them on Thursday night and had a great evening with dinner at The Rail Bridge Bistro in South Queensferry.  We’ve  been there a few times and would really recommend it; their home made desserts are especially good.  Marcail was just the perfect star.  She had a little grumble at the start, realising that it is only right and proper that she be fed first!  Once that was taken care of she was almost completely silent through the whole meal.  She lay and napped in her car seat for the whole affair.  Not so once we got home!  Oh NO!  That was the night and the day that followed which just about put us over the edge.  Still, it’s the good times that stay with you, the trials get filed away and diminished with the passage of time.

Now it’s a little known fact that Marcail has some impressive heritage when it comes to pulling faces.  Her (non-genetic) Auntie DL, aka The Woman of a Million Faces,  being a case in point.  But it has to be said that her mum ain’t no slouch in that department either.

String-through-the-head

Neek, neeek, neeeeeek

How small can my lips go?

True to her roots, our little darling is following firmly in her maternal family traditions.  And so, dear reader, I bid you good night.

Three Weeks Today!

It’s been a while, I’m afraid, since I wrote anything.  It just seems like time flies by at the moment with barely a minute to actually do anything, let alone copy images off the camera, resize them and write a blog post.  Over the weekend Marcail had a bit of an unsettled period, so we didn’t get a lot of sleep.  Says he.  I get a great sleep compared to what

What a beauty she’s becoming

Debs manages between feeding and being an attentive mother.  Saturday and Sunday we we trying to catch up on rest a bit, so we slept in till 11am both days.  Whilst that was bliss, don’t get me wrong, it’s still no substitute for getting some proper sleep in for the rest of the time.  Last night we were in bed to go to sleep by a quarter to nine.  I haven’t been in bed that early since I was seven!  Top Gear hadn’t even finished!  Alas, it was to no avail as madam decided nobody in this house should sleep until at least quarter to eleven!Continue reading→

Off to Peebles today to see Granny and a whole load of other people.  After a long discussion, we decided not to call Pickfords but to handle the removal of royal court for the day ourselves, a decision which we think was largely correct [well we would say that because I’m nearly as stubborn as Debs is], even if we’re not entirely convinced.  Quite surprisingly we were only about 20 mins late arriving (see I told you we were getting this parent thing licked) and even better, we were slightly less late than everyone else.Continue reading→

Marcail has been coming on in leaps and bounds from a cognitive perspective over the last couple of days.  She started to find her eyes, maybe three days ago and along with that has been getting more interested in the world outside her own body.  The first thing, after looking up into our faces, was looking at her high contrast mobile which she got from the Drs. Schleubledeuble.Continue reading→

It’s not all a bed of roses being a new parent.  It’s damned hard some of the time and there are pitfalls around every corner.  After a day in the house, the three grown ups all had a bit of cabin fever, so we decided to head out into the big wide world with the pram and get a breath.  The weather was pretty dreich and unsettled, heavy showers a lot of the time, overcast and generally not a day that was terribly promising.

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