Happy Hallowe'en!


So its Emmett's very first Hallowe'en. Exciting stuff!! I dressed him up like a pumpkin. We went trick or treating with Eoghan, although it didn't work out according to plan.. I had bought Eoghan a wee all in one skeleton suit to wear, but he decided it was scary so that was that - no go. Instead, he just wore a little jumper with spiders on it. The net effect was that he didn't look dressed up. Not to worry! The three of us walked down to Noreen and Garrett's house, then up to Granny's and finally over here to Stephen. Eoghan sang his Hallowe'en song he learned at playschool for everyone. He's gone home now, and its just me, Stephen and Emmett here. We've had a good few trick or treaters call.. Witches seem to be mighty popular this year. We did have a couple of people who you could clearly see just decided they wanted sweets - one just stuck a hat on her head and used her handbag as her goodies sack. Knacker!! Now Emmett is in mighty bad form, I think he may be punishing me for making him look so stoopid earlier on. If I'm not hiccuping or sneezing, he's crying and/or puking. Its such tiring stuff keeping him entertained - the only reason I'm getting to write this is because Stephen is sticking a bottle in his gob as we speak. I suppose I'd better get back in the line of fire - I'll know better than to make a muppet of him again next year! I wouldn't mind, but I didn't even let him eat any chocolate - so thats not what is making him grizzly.. Or maybe thats why he IS!

Happy Birthday to you!!

My teeny tiny baby boy turned 4 months yesterday. So to celebrate, I brought him today for his 4 month injections and a hip x-ray! Hooray!! I'm the greatest mother ever. He was very good - he sat on my lap while he was getting the injections. For the first one, he just looked at the nurse with interest, he didn't cry at all. The nurse was a bit of a pro, actually, she had it in and out so fast I don't think he even noticed. I don't know what sort of horrendous juice they put in the second one, though, the men c one.. he cried with that, alright. Not as bad as the last time, though. I managed to stop him by distracting him with a toy elephant. Last time he woke the dead in a 50 mile radius with his screeching. I brought him for a hip x-ray then just to make sure he REALLY knew who was boss. He actually loved that - he got to take his pants off, and there is nothing that child likes more than taking his pants off. Taking his pants off and getting his photo taken all at once, sure he was in heaven. He didn't even pee or anything!! The waiting room was pretty funny.. he was all fretting and fussing, and I took him out of his pushchair and took the bottle out of his changing bag - the very second he saw it, he got all excited and started saying "huh huh huh huh".. then he started devouring. Everyone in the waiting room was laughing at the poor little fella..

I felt bad, of course, for making him get those nasty injections, so we nipped into town then and bought him some roll-a-rounds.. little plastic balls with swinging animals in them. They went down a treat, apparantly they're delicious, but its a little frustrating when you can't get the whole thing in your mouth. This also led to an abundance of jokes (his balls dropped, eating his balls, etc...). Funnily enough, it never grows tiresome. I don't really know who has a more mature sense of humour, him or me.

I've given up the pretence and put 6-9 month clothes on him.. They're long, but at least they aren't cutting off the blood supply to the child's legs. I don't know if its that he is huge or children's clothing sizes are all wrong, but 3-6 month clothes are ridiculously small. He's going to overtake his daddy soon. I would say me, but come on, he's not THAT big!!

 

*Almost* milestones

What an exciting weekend. I'm only a bit sarcastic when I say that. Actually it was a grand weekend, just pretty mundane. I went shopping on Saturday and bought Emmett's first ever computer, the laptop in the picture opposite. We're going to train him to be a little computer geek, just like Mammy and Daddy. Mainly Daddy, because Mammy is cool, she just happens to know stuff about computers. It even has a 'mouse', a little blue mouse's head that squeaks when you squeeze it. I bet your laptop doesn't have a heart and a star key, though.. Well, Emmett's does. Hah!! Unfortunately, he seems more taken with cousin Aoibhín's pink doll, Annie.. She talks. He eats her. Its a win win situation. I also bought his big manly man car seat - he gets to sit facing forward in this one!! I haven't installed it yet, though, going to wait a couple of months. I'll miss the one we have, you see - it was handy to be able to just click him straight into it, then pull him out without waking him up and throw him in on top of the pushchair. Unfortunately, though, you'd need muscles like Arnold Shwarzahoweveryouspellit or Hulk Hogan or some other 90's superstar to be able to lift him in it these days.

Emmett had a big almost day today. He can almost talk. Well, he spent most of the day saying "da da da da da" repeatedly. I'm not demented, now, I don't think he actually associates it with Stephen or anything, but why couldn't he say ma ma ma ma ma instead? I'm the one who gets up at 7.30 every morning to make his bottles and dress him, and then bring him over to Granny's house. And what do I get? Da bloody da. There's no justice in the world. He even said ba ba ba ba ba.. Vain. Self praise is no praise, Emmett. Stephen was all encouraging of this, of course. Actually, he sat for about 15 minutes today trying to teach Emmett to press buttons on the remote control. Apparantly he could do it yesterday, he just got shy with Mammy watching. All he seemed capable of doing to me was licking it. I don't know what is so tasty about remote controls, but the child was going mad for it. He nearly rolled over today, too.. he lay on his back and pushed and pushed with his left leg until he was lying on his right side, but infuriatingly, he stopped at that. Tease!! Ah well, its a bit much to ask him to talk, eat electronic devices AND roll over for the first time all in one day.

On a personal note, I made a bit of a jackass out of myself today. I left the lights on in the car when I was at work this morning and sure enough, by lunch my battery was dead. D'oh! I had to call out the AA man, it was so embarrassing. I could just see him saying to himself that women drives suck.. I really fit that stereotype today. I wouldn't mind, but I was all distracted and I parked really wonky because the guy beside me was opening his door while I was parking so I had a dead battery and a crooked parking job. Nice. Ah well, hopefully I won't see him for another while. Not until the next time I do it. What, me? Learn? Never!! s 

Messy boy

Why is it that babies feel the need to drool over everything in sight? I put a nice shiny new outfit on Emmett today thinking we'd dress him up and bring him for a walk around town with his Granny and show him (off to) the world.. Within 2 minutes, before I'd even had a chance to take a picture of how lovely he looked, he'd a big wet patch under his chin. So now its a lovely outfit marred by a bib. Sometimes I don't know why I bother putting nice clothes on the child at all.

Poor old baba's dry skin/eczema or however you spell it seems worse, too. When he was with the doc for a chesty cough, he said that I should continue putting aqueous cream on it, but it honestly seems worse since I started doing it on a regular basis. Maybe these things are best left well enough alone. It always seems that it flares up whenever I have to bring him to see members of the medical profession. Its crystal clear most of the time, but because I have to bring him for a checkup on Thursday, he looks like I never put anything on to help the guy out. Bah.

I think maybe it might all be related to teeth.. He's a bit like a bag of cats today, very difficult to settle. You have to bounce him continuously on your knee while keeping eye contact, shaking your head from side to side and singing "bouncy bouncy bouncy boo". Leave out any step and he cries the house down. Poor little guy. Maybe the walk will cheer him up!  

Emmett Michael Dillon-Malone

Born June 26, 2005

Weight 8lb 7oz

Height 21.25"


Hello! This is the blog of my baby Emmett - I'm Mammy, known as Deirdre to people other than Emmett. Stephen is the Daddy. I'll be doing the blogging, because 18 week old babies are notoriously bad at typing. And yes, we have tried, but he just keeps whacking the space bar. It doesn't make for interesting reading. Cynics may say that this hardly qualifies either, but you know what? Forget you, cynics!!

Emmett was born in June, 11 whole days overdue. He gave me a pretty rough time, but I have mostly forgiven him a this stage. Mostly. Needless to say, I'll remember it all to remind him of in the future. "Oh, the pain you put me through.. 3 weeks of labour (because I'm sure the tale will increase in gory detail with every retelling), and then you came out sideways and weighted in at 4 stone!"

So anyway, enjoy the blog, hopefully I'll be good at keeping it up to date. Unlikely, but hopefully!