5pm is definitely the worst time of my day. Everyday. Now I should learn from my mistakes but I never do and everyday at 5pm I’m like arghhhhhhhhhh… So basically this is Flynns dinner time and whether it’s ready or not he is hungry on the dot. Sometimes a distraction of an Ella’s melty puff (those not in the baby crisp know this is an organic tasteless wotsit crisp look alike) for which he normally goes wild for, but not if he wants his dinner. Until he gets it that is, and he wants the crisps again. Obvs.
Whatever plans you have for the day for you and your little one like a nice stroll around the mall checking out the clothes in Zara (oh no that’s a nice day for you and pure hell for your baby). Which I quickly must add I just don’t get. I personally would love being snuggled up under a fleecy blanket in a comfy seat with a bottle of my favourite beverage whilst having wotsits shovelled in my mouth to keep me quiet. Not to mention whilst being pushed past rows and rows of pretty dresses. But sadly my son disagrees with me.
By the way I would just like to add we aren’t at the mall every day. I wish we were but one Flynn wouldn’t allow it, and two nor would my husband’s credit card. Other days it’s a Gymboree class, a variety of different book bugs, a baby play date, the list is endless and I’m exhausted just thinking about it. So whatever plans we have for the day, and even if we meticulously plan our afternoon and our journey home in time to heat up his dinner (or if we’re really disorganised actually have to make his dinner) for some reason it’s just never ready by 5, and I’m rushing around the kitchen like I’m on Ready Steady Cook. But the episode with a screaming baby in the background. Not a super hot Ainsley Harriot (sorry I do have a a small crush on him and it’s ok husband knows).
So Flynn is in his highchair, there are Ella’s melty puffs flying around the kitchen, and a dog acting like he’s at Crufts doing somersaults through the air to catch them.
Dinner is finally ready and by the way thanks to the Bebea Babycook machine. Now this item describes itself as a luxury not an essential on the website. Well I’m every marketing persons dream so it got me in seconds, did someone say luxury?? But trust me it’s an essential. It cooks, steams, defrosts and purées all in one machine making life a lot easier for a mum on the go. And life with a baby is about making things easy. In this case money can buy you ease and your sanity. So anyway finally Flynn is being fed and in between the spoonfuls of boiling hot mashed potato and puréed veg and chicken he is screaming mum, mum, mum, mummmmmmm as I’m blowing on the food trying to cool it down and get it in fast enough. His screams are getting louder and my head is about to burst. The dog is now trying to climb up me as it appears he too wants very hot mashed potato, puréed veg and chicken. I look around the kitchen and it looks like it has exploded. I have no idea where all these dishes have come from not to mention the amount of melty puffs on the floor.
It certainly is a dining experience and not one I’m used to. And I wonder why we never go out for dinner these days. So dinner is finished and if I wasn’t exhausted before I certainly am now. But now is bottle time. We like bottle time (this is just to add Flynns milk bottle. Trust me I would love a bottle of something else right now but it’s not the time nor the place). So Flynn and I snuggle up on the sofa and put In The Night Garden on. Ahhhhh peace at last. I’m not going to lie I used to hate children’s TV programmes. Now I love them and see them as something that brings a few minutes of peace and quiet (I have finely tuned my ears to drown out the high pitched ‘iggle piggle, iggle onk, we’re going to catch the ninky nonk’). Flynns quietened down, and even the dog is sleeping in his dog bed (probably in a melty puff coma) ahhh peace. Then the front door goes and in comes husband. He’s home to rescue me from all the madness. Don’t worry darling he says I’ll take over as he takes my place on the sofa next to a quiet, snuggly Flynn. Oh ok I’ll just go clean up the kitchen and make dinner then….
When did this happen???!!! It used to be so easy to get Flynn down to sleep in the evening to go to bed. Bottle, bath, bed routine worked for months without a hitch. It was my only saving grace when I used to tell people how early Flynn would wake up in the mornings and they would be like ooooh that’s early you poor thing my little one doesn’t wake up until at least 7.30am. At least then I could be like oooh that sounds terrible how long it takes to get your little one down to sleep, ooooh poor you. But now I don’t even have that. Dammit.
So it’s the same routine just a little teeth clean after the bath and more of padded suit to wear. You’ve probably heard of those baby gro bags well they are fab. They keep baby snuggly warm, are easy to put on and you don’t have that constant panic of ‘have they gone under their blanket’ at 2am, 3am 4am and so on. But unfortunately our days of the gro bag came to an end when Flynn started to stand up and consequently fall down as he couldn’t keep his balance. Then he would proceed do the backward worm to the base of his cot where he would get stuck, sit up, and bang his tiny fists on the wood and shout mama into the camera for help. Lovely way to start your day at 5am. So we invested in a 2.5 tog suit, he looks like a mini Michelin man but it does the job. So now he’s able to stand up and sit down himself (thanks to ‘the suit’) before doing the backwards crawl to the end of the bed where he does the little fist bang and shout to mama in the camera, just because that’s what he knows to do. What baby wants to break their routine eh!
So anyways back to getting to sleep, you put baby in the cot and start telling stories until they get drowsy and drop off. It can now can take anything of up to seven renditions of ‘We’re going on a bear hunt’ rather than just the one in the old days (by old days I mean like up until last week) and sometimes it was only up to the snowstorm part. Now those in the baby bedtime book know will know exactly how many seconds it takes to each part of the bear hunt and how many times you have to repeat it to get your little one to drop off. Trust me this book is ingrained in my memory with a stop watch attached to it. Now I get so bored after seven times I like to change things up and I switch to ‘We’re going on a bar hunt’. Yes this book actually exists, it’s VERY funny and oh so true! So he doesn’t even realise I’m still talking as by now he’s bored of bears and bars and sleep is suddenly more attractive (it is to me too right now too) and he’s dropping off. So you sneak away (but really you are sat behind the head of his cot, little does he know ha!). Oh no suddenly there’s a little head peering down. Damn. So this is where my (I like to say ninja) yoga moves come in very handy. Onto all fours, both feet back, into plank, down through chaturanga and back up into upward facing dog around the other side of his cot. I feel so fast and slick he can’t possibly have seen me. I would give the milk tray man a run for his money. Ok he’s back down, he must be thinking I’m sure I saw mummy but oh well probably not she must have gone to bed after all those boring stories. A few back strokes before I leave (he must have seen me doing this to the dog one day and thought hey that looks like nice as it really seals the deal on sleep) and that’s us. The end of the line he’s asleep. Yessssssssss.
Well mine and Flynns yoga classes every Wednesday are coming to an end. A very abrupt end. I used to love the days when I would take along a half sleeping baby to a class pop him down on the floor do a few yoga poses above him and every now and again look down check he’s still sleeping/ laying there/ smiling etc etc but now it’s all changed. Now he’s crawling (erm not to mention standing and thinking he can walk) it’s a totally new ball game. I sit there and engage in a bit of pre yoga breathing. Close eyes, breath in breath out, breath in breath out. Quick hold on, open my eyes where’s my son??? Arghhhh where is my son?? Ok found him, he’s on the other side of the room licking a radiator, ok fab he’s still in the room. As much as I love a bit of mother son time especially doing something we both love it’s not so relaxing anymore.
Baby yoga is an amazing thing in so many ways. For mum it gets you involved in some light exercise. New mums always want to shed a little post baby weight although never have the energy to do anything too hectic. Trust me I tried it all including both buggy pump and buggy fit. Yes two different outdoor park activities in the hope that one would be easier and make me look like a super model. But sigh no, they both left me wanting to curl up in a bush afterwards wishing my son’s blanket was a little bigger to wrap around me (maybe it would be after losing a little more post baby weight??) and his bottle was filled with nice warming tea (did I say tea I meant a nice warming Merlot) rather than quite possibly curdling formula. Also not to mention it’s a great way to meet other new mums and babies. So baby yoga a definite ‘must do’ not just for babies but for mums too.
But the benefits for baby are outstanding. Just the other day our son was dancing around his playroom (ok he was furniture walking past the TV) and I noticed just how co ordinated he was for so young. I know every parent thinks they have a child genius when they do something new (something a little like this “Omg he’s talking he just said mum, really he just said it mummmmmmm omg he’s actually talking!”). But no really the strength he has is pretty much that of Muhammad Ali (I know that after receiving a left hook to my eye this morning) and this strength surpasses both his dad and me so he must have got it from somewhere and he’s not been going to boxing classes.
So YogaBellies Mum & Baby classes opening soon in Glasgow Southside for all mums and babies from 12 weeks until mobile and by then I will aim to get toddler yoga up and running so there’s no abrupt end to their yoga class days!