Little Helpers (3 Weeks to Go)

The little lady is treating me to support wherever she can. She sleeps better at night (thanks!), she wakes up calling for the BROTHER instead of her mother (Aaaaw!) and she gets up in the morning declaring "I want to go to daddy, you can stay in bed a little longer" (THANKS!!). Of course, she and her babies also continue to test every baby item they can get their sweet hands on, like the bed with the new cute elephant cot bumber:


And how is this for help in the kitchen? The table laid as follows: Daddy, left, a big fat "strong muscle" bread knife and a regular fork. Mum, middle, a regular knife and a kiddie desert spoon. Tara, right, a butter knife and an adult fork. Leo, top corner, a half empty glass of milk. Touching? Touching.


Leo, too, is being a star. After a whole tense week of worry about his position (transverse, back to back), its implications for my home birthing plans and whatonearthamIgoingtodowithTara, he's turned and was parked just outside the birth canal, head first, when the midwife whecked on us last Tuesday. What a relief! But maybe I can claim half of the laurels - after all, I've spent an intentionally relaxed weekend, took a day off work, and dangled over a gym ball on all fours for a fair share of the time. But if we go there, Jose also should have a share of the praise for keeping the family up and running while I lounged in bed or dangled off said ball. Praise for everyone!

Leo is officially full term and welcome to hatch once I've gotten the oldest sheets and cushions out, remembered how to work the heating, and after I've roared some more with Tara like a lion/ dinasaur/ mummy in labour and read Hello Baby with her at least ten times (one down, nine to go). Oh, and then there's the minor issue of me still being at work for another 8 days, of course - I nearly forgot... and then wanting a few days to rest all by myself... so actually, I'd like another 2 1/2 weeks or so, really.