Since our child is sleeping more now, and as there’s not much point in getting married and then sleeping alone, I slept in the marital bed last night, rather than skulk in the spare room.
Or at least I tried to sleep.
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Today, I was reading about baby-led weaning. Instead of providing your child with pureed mush, you give them pieces of proper food to eat. This is meant to help them learn how to eat properly, and encourage manual dexterity as instead of being spoonfed, they have to get the food into their mouths independently.
Now, I’ve nothing against pureed food. I like soup. It would be disconcerting if Felicity grew up to disdain all foods that were not soup, but if that were to be the choice she made, I couldn’t rightly stand in her way. Right now, of course, I’m too busy worrying about whether she’s been weaned too late, too early, whether we should have started her on fruitcake after all instead of mashed up banana and sweet potato, and whether we’re Terrible Parents for not having this all nailed down and planned out months in advance.
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Back in October, I set out several resolutions to try to follow for the last quarter of the year. One of them was to be running 50 kilometres per week by the end of 2013.
Last week I ran 4.68 kilometres. That’s not generally known as having a good base of aerobic fitness. Since this was the last full week before 2014, I had to roll up my sleeves and get to work.
If I ran wearing clothes with sleeves, that is.
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I don’t like running at night. It usually means I failed to get out of bed early enough to do my run in the morning, which in turn means I’ve been vacillating and procrastinating and lacking the benefit of an early run all day. I don’t get back in time to have dinner at a decent hour, or else I just get back far too late to get a proper night’s sleep. But worst of all, when I go running in the morning the only people around are other runners and the occasional poor sod sweeping the pavement; at night, it seems that every child in Singapore has to be kept out by its parents as late as humanly possible.
Continue reading “Should your kids be up this late?”
Now that our daughter is six months and two days old, we’ve begun to try to train her to sleep. This is a enjoyable and calming experience, especially if you like the sound of constant wailing.
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Today, I built Felicity’s new bed.
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We got up at eight this morning; Felicity had been pretty compliant in the night and allowed us to get some sleep before her six-month-a-versary. My wife had decided to make some cinnamon rolls for breakfast, but due to an unfortunately complicated recipe, we’d failed to prepare the yeast properly last night and the dough hadn’t risen before we’d gone to bed. However, an extra eight hours had it about right, and another two hours of baking finally delivered breakfast to us.
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