Random assortment of what were up to
Day 5 and he's filling out!! My milk is coming through and my boobs feel like they have been stuffed with hot wet flannels, they are ridiculous in size too. I guess that they will go down over the next few days. They are doing the trick though and Leon is well fed and doing proper poos.Earlier this evening on changing him before a feed, he peed for the first time without his nappy on. I caught it no problem but we were just happy and proud!He is according to the breast feeding books I have, Leon is a guzzler; he feeds long, in 3-4 courses with changes inbetween and burping over about an hour and stuffs himself, then goes a good 3-4 hours between feeds as appose to grazing and feeding more often. Then he mostly sleeps (see picture above this morning with Tob too).Today's military operation started with his first ever bath (he's been top'n'tailed) followed by a visit to M&D's. I thought a good start would be to have him in the bath with me - I would get in and tob would hand him to me and then I hand him back. It worked well. I was expecting after the histrionics we got washing and changing him (he really doesn't like being naked whatever the temperature), but he really liked it. I put him on my knees and gently lowered him into the water and within a minute I was swishing him around he looked really chilled and loved it. I handed him back to tob and he started crying again but was fine once he was dressed.Then getting to M&D's by the time we'd fed, changed, he pooed, changed, put on a wash and got knows what else, it was about 1.30 by the time we got there.Lunch was lovely then between courses Leon started crying, I went through the whole list before I realised it was another pooey nappy, that's two in one day - up to now, he's only done one in a day so I wasn't expecting it. I will be checking more frequently now :)Then Ellen suggested we have a sleep while they took Leon out in their Silver Cross, fabulous idea. Out like a light. They had him back in time for his feed.
I will try to blog every day as this bit goes so fast. My stitches aren't doing too badly, I need to keep reminding myself to rest as I feel happy and energetic mostly but then I crash and have to just sleep.
Last Sunday James, our neighbour, helped me move the old green settee from the living room to the garage, and my dad helped me dismantle the futon sofa, which was in the nursery, and reassemble it downstairs. This gave me the room to build a changing station, which we'd bought the day before at Ikea.
Then during the week the wardrobe arrived from Littlewoods and I built that, and Christine emptied the old wardrobe into the new one.
Today my parents came round to help us prepare. My dad helped me move the old wardrobe into the garage for extra storage. He also built the cot (from Kiddicare) while Christine and I did our weekly shopping :)
We're planning a water birth in the kitchen - we're hiring a big oval pool. So my parents have taken the kitchen table, and mum cleaned the floor this afternoon (under the table there was a layer of grout or something that only came off with a good scrape). She also painted the exposed skirting, hoovered upstairs and cleaned the bathroom, which was fantastic!
I finished off the fixings on the wardrobe, did lunch (tuna jackets), cut and fitted a piece of skirting that I'd put off doing, sorted out the garage and looked after Christine, who arranged things in the nursery and drank raspberry leaf tea :)
So it's all coming together - I ceremoniously unrolled a pay-mat we'd got at Ikea and plugged in the glow-in-the-dark thermostat (glows blue, yellow, orange or red showing you if the room's the right temperature for the baby). My mum put a Poo bear and a train on the windowsill and put a blanket she'd knitted for us in the cot and Christine piled up the rest of the toys in a toy tube (also Ikea...) so it's looking really good :)
Neuroticism | 13 |
Extraversion | 71 |
Openness To Experience | 77 |
Agreeableness | 4 |
Conscientiousness | 45 |
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Last night, Ozzy, Christine and myself met at the Arts cinema in Cambridge and had a delicious crepe, then headed into 'A Scanner, Darkly'.

Well, I'd not read the book, so didn't know quite what to expect. Visually it's a bit like an animated graphic novel as the film has been pained over. Interesting, but not as artistic as Renaissance. There was a lot of well studied character mannerisms of addicts, very well done, and a bit of a looping plot, but as it was Philip K Dick, I was expecting it to be more SF, to be honest (according to wikipedia, the SF aspects that do exist were intoduced to make the book sell, as it wasn't like his normal output).
There was one interesting effect however; the undercover cops have suits that hide their identity and shimmer, switching between millions of people - one scene with two of these suits talking to each other made my brain go into meltdown - suddenly I lost my grasp on who was who and had a moment of panic - I assume that's what a 'bad trip' would be like, so that was interesting... but not something I'd like to repeat, thank you!
On the way home in the car, Chris and I had a discussion on our awareness of our existence - what's the tipping point between when a baby is born (with built-in processes, such as how to learn, but without self-knowledge, memory or reasoning) and when it becomes aware? If 'awareness' is just the application of built-in processes, is free-will a mirrage?
Cheers to Ozzy for organising :)


visual treat for the senses. A bit old 2000ad, stark black and white images. Music fab, it's french, uses the best of the new animation techniques from the US without the annoying animals and somehow has the best stylistically of japanese anime. Cool film, must tell Dad to see it.
ffman was excellent. It's interesting to get into another bit of 20th Century American history. It does cover a subject I know quite a bit about; the death penalty in America. As usual it concentrates on the human being being executed - when you get to know a person, no matter how evil, they are a person. Truman Capote comes to the conclusion they are guilty and deserve to be executed, doesn't stop him crying at the execution and being deeply effected by getting into the world of the killers.