Baby Update! – Nine Months In

First of all, where the hell did that time go? Nine months? Really?! It feels like just yesterday I was whining because I couldn’t turn over in bed. Feels not so long ago that I laughed at the idea of myself as a mother. Now my beautiful boys are nine months old and I have to admit, that I love it.

Don’t get me wrong; I whine a lot. A LOT! I don’t know how Dave puts up with me and I love him dearly for it (and everything else), but I am happy. Isn’t it funny how you can complain constantly (it feels like I do) and yet be the happiest you’ve ever been?

Leon standing up in his cotLeon, lovingly referred to as Sprog2 in most of my social media entries, has decided that standing up is really really cool. He will take any opportunity he can to grab hold of something and pull himself onto his feet. Its nerve racking and wonderful at the same time. He’s also taking teeny weeny, but very firm, steps. Coasting, or cruising I believe is the official term; walking along (a little bit) while holding onto something else for balance. I suppose at this rate it won’t be long before he’s standing under his own steam, without holding on. After that, I guess he’ll be walking. CRAP! Oh, incidentally, since realising that he could stand up in the cot, we have lowered the base to it’s final position. Wouldn’t want the little treasure falling over the side; its a looooooong way down to the floor!

Michael feeds himself at the table.Michael, who I often call – you guessed it! – Sprog1, isn’t doing anything quite so dynamic or physical. However his appetite for food is startling. Anything we offer, he’ll take, even those things that Leon isn’t so keen on. He took a piece of kiwi fruit the other day and practically inhaled the damn thing. He needs to be watched really closely to be sure he doesn’t choke since he’s decided that he really enjoys filling his mouth as much as possible and concentrating on swallowing when he can’t fit any more in. Comical. He’s also decided that whatever we can eat, he can eat it just as well. So convincing him that he doesn’t want a slice of pizza or rare steak has become almost a game. Almost.

In all, I am thrilled with the progress they are making. It is gratifying to see them so eagerly eat the food I cook, smile when Dave or I enters their line of sight and still better to know that they love and care we have offered is what has made them grow to this stage. And is what will continue to nurture them for the rest of their lives.

Yes, I complain a lot and quite often, when I realise that something I desperately wanted to do with my time isn’t possible, I do become angry and resentful. I’m still sleep deprived and too closely acquainted with the teeny weeny hours of 3am and 5am, but I’ve never been so happy with what I have. I don’t know who to thank exactly, but thank you, powers that be, for giving me so, so much. I’m still not sure what I’ve done to deserve it. πŸ™‚

About Ileandra Young

I'm a thirty-*mumbles* year old (purple loving, cheese worshipping) author of fantasy, juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down. When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show. Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel, Silk Over Razor Blades is now available through Amazon along with part two of the trilogy, Walking The Razor's Edge.
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10 Responses to Baby Update! – Nine Months In

  1. They are gorgeous! Motherhood has its ups and downs, but the ups are very high indeed πŸ™‚


  2. Love the stories and the photos, Ileandra!


  3. Writerlious says:

    Oh. My. Gosh. They are toooooo cute! What sweet babies. πŸ™‚


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