Happy second birthday to my bright, hilarious, chatty, wild-haired, adorable Juno.
It’s still so very strange to have a piece of my heart running around independently of me. You are can be so many different things all at once – precious, annoying, shy, loud, quiet, sad, happy, fierce, silly, sombre.
I had no idea what I was getting into when I decided it was a good idea to try and have a child and it has been so much harder than I thought it would be. But it’s also been, by far, one of the most rewarding things I’ve done. You’re an ace little kid.
Don’t let the world change or extinguish the brilliant spark that’s inside you.
When did that happen? How do we have a 21 month old? It feels like it was only yesterday I was being walked into an operating theatre, enormously pregnant and about to have a c-section. Suffice to say, life has been quite different since that moment 21 months ago.
Juno is almost running (eep!), getting into everything, loves books and is generally an ace little kid. I am eternally grateful that somehow I ended up with the world’s most laid-back child who sleeps through the night. Of course she has her infuriating moments – she’s a toddler – but on the whole, we totally lucked out.
She returned to childcare last week after a three week break over xmas. She’s now in the toddler room on Tuesdays/Wednesdays/Thursdays. On the whole, the change has been okay. She’s a little unsure when we first arrive in the morning but that seems to wear off pretty quickly – usually as soon as she sees something to play with. We’ve had to nearly double the amount of clothing she has for childcare though. I thought three outfit changes would be enough. Uh, no. When I went to pick her up at the end of her first day back, she was in the room’s spare dress! She went through every item of clothing in her bag. The next day was a similar story with nothing left in her bag but she was still in her own clothes. She is yet to come home in the clothes that she left the house and I don’t think she ever will.
There still hasn’t been much development in her speech. She has more words but seems to have difficulty pronouncing the first letter of words with two or more syllables. Book is ook, duck is uck, woof is oof but she says yes, no, uh oh, oh no very clearly. The odd thing is that that says words – or rather makes sounds – in her babbling that have two or more syllable just fine. The dropped first letter only seems to occur when she’s consciously trying to say something.
Her hearing test in December showed that she is suffering from mild hearing loss that would be affecting her speech. But it’s caused by ear glue and not damage to her ear drums. We have a follow-up hearing test in a week so we’ll see what that shows. If the ear glue hasn’t cleared up, she may need grommits which means going to a Ear, Nose, Throat specialist. If it has cleared, I’m guessing we’ll be off to a speech pathologist.
What are you doing, mother?
Miss J is 18 months old. 18 months!!! When did that happen?
It’s been a wild ride. Everyone talks about how hard it is when you have a newborn but I’ve decided that’s a crock. It’s hard regardless, it’s just different. Every stage in development has its challenges and just when you think you’ve got it under control, something new pops up.
Juno is curious, bright-eyed and loves getting into everything. She’s definitely mastered walking and has recently starting climbing the stairs on her own (which is nice because she’s getting heavy!). She’s also very into books at the moment and loves being read to. Which makes me a little proud – another book worm in the family 🙂 The only problem is that she also loves turning the pages and often won’t wait for the person reading.
We only have two clear words – no and up – which is a slight concern. So the next logical step is for Juno to have a hearing test. She talks all the time but it’s all babbling (which does sound quite lovely because it’s very musical). Not panicking, just wanting to find out if anything is up. I figure the earlier an issue is discovered, the better the chances are of it being fixable. However, she communicates very clearly – especially when she says no and pushes whatever she doesn’t want away with her hand. I guess I would be a good deal more concerned if there was no non-verbal communication.
So… at 18 months, Juno:
* weighs – 12.25kg
* height is – 81.5cm
* head circumference is – 50.5cm
* currently sporting a black eye from banging her head on a shelf.
She’s gained two kilos in six months, grown 6cm and her head is so far off the chart it’s ridiculous. One day she’ll grow into her head. LOL
Look at my little cutie patootie 🙂 So grown up now. Juno is 15 months old today.
I guess the biggest thing that’s happened in the last three months is that we’ve finished breastfeeding. I’m still not sure how I feel about this. On the one hand I’m kinda relieved because it means she’s not as dependent on me. On the other hand, I’m sad because it’s the end of something that was shared by just us. I’m still surprised that we made it to 14 months after the bad start we had. I would’ve never predicted all those months ago that we’d last as long as we did. But now Juno doesn’t need me like that any more and I guess that’s a little sad.
If nothing else, being a parent is a lesson in firsts and lasts.
She’s still not walking independently but she’s a champion at cruising the furniture. We still have the box from her stroller because she loves pushing it around – both on her feet and kneeling – even though I bought her a little toddle truck from Ikea. (She uses that too so it wasn’t a total waste of money.)
The way Juno plays has changed too. She explores her toys and is learning what she can do with them. She loves her Duplo spaceship and is slowly working out how the pieces fit together and that she can make things. It’s super cute when she decides to put all the pieces back in their box but I think that’s because she loves tipping them all out once she’s done. But she does seem to like helping with the putting away of things – something we’ll most definitely be encouraging her to keep doing.
No words yet either but she talks all the time. It’s just that we can’t understand what she’s saying. I’m sure she’ll talk when she’s good and ready to. She seems to makes big jumps in development rather then a more gradual approach. It’ll be whatever it’ll be and there’s not much we can do about it except keep talking to her and encouraging her.
Happy 1st birthday my little bubba boo.
I still find it strange that there’s a piece of my heart that’s not inside me. Love you my darling Juno.
Muuuuuuummmmmmm!!! Stooooooop it!!!
In other words, Juno is now 11 months old. It’s kinda mind-blowing to think it’s been nearly a year since she was born.
Juno’s current favourite activity is hanging out at the sliding door to our balcony. Sometimes she just sits there, other times she gets up on her feet with her hands on the door base (which is about 15cm off the floor). But her favourite thing is plucking balls out of her ball pit, dropping them out the door and watching where they go. It’s very cute when she does it. She’s very precise when she picks up the ball but she doesn’t always manage to hang on to them so the balls are ending up everywhere.
She’s also very into her stackable toy. Juno is actually playing with it right now, taking a cup out and then putting it back. It’s quite amazing to watch her when she plays. Everything is interesting and she can be utterly fascinated by something an adult would find quite boring.
Childcare is going well which is a huge relief. The carers in her room are lovely and they all seem to really like Juno (who I think is considered a pretty laidback baby by them). I’m really happy with the centre. It’d definitely not the most modern one I’ve seen but the kids are so well looked after and that’s what really matters. Plus Juno really likes there 🙂
We’re done!! I’m off.
My little bubba boo is ten months old. Which means she won’t be my little bubba boo for that much longer. Well, that’s not true because she’ll always be my little bubba boo, even when she’s 35 (and will be mortified to think I ever called her bubba boo).
Juno has been a busy little bee in the last couple of weeks. She’s mastered crawling, kneeling and appears to be trying to stand. The cot has been dropped so now we don’t have to worry about her working out how to pull herself up into standing and then falling out.
Her latest thing is to get herself in the downward dog pose – hands flat on the floor, up on her feet with her butt sticking up in the air. It’s hilarious to see but less so when she does a face-plant and starts crying. Then it’s time for cuddles.
She’s also licking everything. The floor, the walls, the sliding door… Which is why we don’t bother sterilizing anything any more. That time is well and truly past. The phrase don’t lick that!! is often heard and then followed by the mandatory accompanying sigh as she proceeds to lick whatever it is we’d prefer she didn’t. Because, as everyone knows, you can’t stop a baby from doing anything if they’re determined to do it.
But as always, she’s utterly charming. She’s just too adorable. It’s amazing to watch her discover the world. Sometimes she will sit at our living room sliding door and stare outside. When she does that I often wonder what she’s thinking. Then she’ll lick the door and I stop wondering. I didn’t know having a baby would be like this. It’s hard work, it’s infuriating, it’s monotonous but then there are these moments that beyond words. There is such joy. Like the moment she crawled for the first time. I was so worried we’d miss seeing that because she goes to childcare now. But nope, she saved it up and did it here.
Next week is my last official week of maternity leave. I’ve extended it for a bit longer by taking some annual leave so my return date is March 30. It feels so strange think that I have to go back to work. I can’t quite get my head around the fact that it’s been a year – a year!! – since I was at work. It feels like it’s been ages but it also feels like it’s gone by so fast. The past 51 weeks have been the most difficult and rewarding of my life. Life is so utterly different now. I’m not sure how much I’ve changed but I guess I have. I don’t think you could have a baby and not be different. If nothing else, Juno has taught me patience and once again reminded that it’s okay to let that which does not matter, slide. That’s something I had forgotten but now I try to not worry about the things that really aren’t important and to focus my energy to where it’s best spent – on my family.
That’s it, I’m outta here!!!
Nine months in and now nine months out in the world.
My little newborn is long gone and a small, chatty person has appeared in her place. Juno is actually a bit of a handful these days. Still working on the crawling thing but today mastered sitting up unassisted. So now we have to drop the cot because if she’s worked that one out, standing up probably isn’t that far away. Not that her lack of crawling is stopping her from getting about. It’s not a normal day if she doesn’t trap herself under the dining table because she’s rolled under it and gotten caught in the chair legs. Then she shouts until someone gets her out. But five minutes later…
Speaking of that, Juno has been decidedly shouty the last couple of days so that’s back with a vengeance. And to be honest, I’m really over it. She can be loud – really loud – when she wants to be which becomes grating uber quickly.
And there’s even more teeth coming through! Another one of her front bottom teeth is already peeping through after all four of her top front teeth popped out only a few weeks ago. Its mate is probably not that far behind. I thought there was meant to be a bit more a gap but Juno is definitely cutting her teeth to her own schedule. However, it does explain the insane amount of drool.
She started childcare on January 13. And she already has a mild cold – mostly just a cough but you can hear that her breathing is a bit clogged up when she’s asleep. Sigh. But I live in hope that she’ll get all the illnesses out of the way early and that this is toughing up her immune system. I’m not going back to work until the end of March so we’re having a long transition to her attending three days a week. She’s going for a few hours at time on the days she goes and I’ve only left her there on her own twice so far. On the upside, she seems to really like it though. She gets very excited once we’re near the baby room. It’s the toys I think. After all, she’s too little to even think about interacting with the other babies.
There’s one baby who’s a few weeks older than Juno and she’s been attending the centre full time since she was three months old. Makes me sad that her mum (or dad for that matter) had such a short period at home with her. I appreciate not having to rush back to work and that I’ve been able to spend this time at home with Juno. It hasn’t always been a happy happy joy joy experience (funny how none of the “experts” ever mention how much early parenting is a groundhog day experience) but at least I’ve had the choice. So many parents don’t get that.
Juno not really looking like Juno. And no, I did not put make-up on her!
This is more like it.
I can hear her thinking God, mum!! No more!!! Enough already!
How time marches on.
This time last year I was 23 weeks pregnant. These days I have a very active baby on my hands who is currently trying to work out how to crawl. She can get up onto all fours but then is at a loss as what to do next. She kinda scoots backwards and can actually get a fair way. But it’s not like she needs to crawl, she gets around just fine by rolling.
She also has six teeth now. Her top four front teeth all came through in the space of a few days. That was some fun times (not). But maybe now she’ll be more interested in feeding herself rather than getting all her food spoon-delivered. She seems to be getting the idea of chewing down pretty quickly.
She’s talking a lot too. We’re getting plenty of baby babbling, lots of da da da da, ba ba ba ba, na na na na, mmm mmm mmm mmm, wa wa wa wa noises. The shouting stopped as quickly as it started which was good but she still loves blowing raspberries.
Scarily enough, she starting child care next month. I’m not going back to work until the end of March so we’re doing a long transition and easing her into it rather than suddenly dropping her in there for eight hours a day, three days a week. I would’ve preferred a later start but this is the only way I could get her into the centre I wanted. Not sure how I feel about it to be honest. I’m kinda looking forward to having some time to myself before going back to work but I look at her and think she’s so little!! It’s too soon. She’ll probably be fine, I’ll be the one who’s a mess.
And we’re so done at this point. I’m such a mean mummy.
I know I always put this up but this year it seems to have extra meaning and I get a bit teary towards the end (gee, I wonder why). Much love to those I hold dear, both near and far.
And because it’s all about Juno…