Just for the record

What's new?

You are now a bottle fed baby.
Last weekend your Mum got a horrid tummy bug and was ill all night on Friday. She had already been giving you a bottle or two of milk during the day, instead of breastfeeding, because it made it so much easier to go out and about - and because you will soon be going to nursery anyway.
Because of the bug, she couldn't feed you herself - and so the decision to switch you over to bottles completely was taken out of her hands (your Dad did really well).

What else is new now that you have reached five months and a week?

You can roll over from your front to your back, even in your sleeping bag thingy - which is really annoying because you don't like going back to sleep on your back.
You can move forward, sort of, by pushing your knees forward and your bottom up in the air.
You have discovered how to arch your back to look at things upside down.
You can get your thumbs, fingers and fists in your mouth whenever you want.
You can grab the toys that dangle in front of you when you are in your car seat (which you don't like because you really, really, want to sit up straight).
You can support yourself so well that you can go in the hip seat position in the sling
When your Mummy puts you in the sitting position on the ground you can almost stay like that by yourself without collapsing.
You have had a taste of banana (which you liked) and a taste of baby cereal (two mouthfuls went down, two came out).
You now have less hair than your Dad.
You let people know when you are not happy - but you don't mipp nearly as much s you did.

Mothers' Day

Years ago, when your great, great granny Gertrude was a housemaid, the young servants who worked in the grand houses were only allowed one day off a year to visit their families. That was on Mothering Sunday. Sometimes the housekeeper would allow the maids to bake a cake to take home to their mother, sometimes they were allowed to take some eggs, or some flowers from the garden or hothouse.

When I was a little girl, people didn't go into "service" any more. But the churches still marked Mothering Sunday and we made cards for our mums in Sunday School and gave them little bunches of flowers to mark the day and tell them how much we loved them.

By the time your Mummy was born Mothering Sunday had become Mother's Day. And this year she gave her Mummy - me - a special surprise. She came to visit with you and your Daddy - and so we celebrated her first Mother's Day together. Your Uncle Guy was there, too, which made it even nicer. And that's why we got your grandpa to take this photo.

By the look on your face, though, you weren't very keen of any of this. And you certainly weren't going to smile for the camera.