Its funny how nicknames for your kids just ‘happen’.
Little Baby G has always been just that – little (2nd percentile to be precise). Since becoming mobile, at around seven months, she’s also become somewhat of a NUTTER.
And so, she became fondly known by all of us, as Dangermouse. (We have resisted naming her bespectacled sister Penfold;now that would just be mean wouldn’t it?!).
As she approaches her first birthday at the end of the month, it’s funny to look back at her life so far, which has been somewhat of a game of two halves. Up to six months of age she was such a placid, chilled out baby. We would often describe her as ‘barely knowing she was there’, ‘good as gold’, so lucky to be blessed with such an ‘easy baby’ second time around. She was certainly less whingey than her sister who would cry for what seemed like no reason, resulting in hours of rocking (her and me), walks around the block trying to get her to nap, and generally a lot of noise pollution.
At around six or seven months, Baby G started sitting up, and declared herself ‘back in the room’. Fed up of Being a wallflower she arrived with a bang. Literally. The day she first crawled was the day she had her first black eye.
From then on she has become somewhat of an adventurer; brave and feisty. Here are just a few of her favourite pastimes:
- Stairs Mountaineering. In stark contrast to her sister, who could have survived without any stair gates at all, Dangermouse can hear the click of the stair gate opening from two miles away. She can often be found standing on the narrow ledge of stair number three, hanging onto the stair gate bars rattling the. Like a prisoner in a cell. is be lying if I said we had never found her on the wrong level of the house (we have a toddler who can open the gate, not so great at remembering to close it).
- Back door step kamikaze. Back in the summer, the lawn was fair game for crawling and playing. Now the damp mornings and autumn rain has set in, she still goes for that green pasture at every opportunity.The concrete steps are no hurdle for her, as she throws herself down them at speed.
- Hand fishing in Loo lagoon. I don’t know what she thinks she’s going to find in there, but the toilet is like a magnet to her. The extractor fan acts as a siren to let her know the door has been opened, and the rim is the perfect height for pulling herself up to peer inside. That water just looks so enticing for some splashing doesn’t it?
- Deep sea bath diving. We quickly graduated from newborn chair to sit up safety first seat…now all redundant as Dangermouse prefers to stand, swim, splutter her way through bath time. It makes for a slippery scary ten minutes, requiring a second pair of hands on standby.
- High chair houndini. Why sit in the high chair when you can crawl out, over the tray, onto the worktop? One word; harness. Use it.
- Free running crawling. She’s a speed demon and can make her way from one room to the next in the blink of an eye. Navigating up and onto any obstacle in her way. Highlights have been standing on the top of a nest of side tables and up a set of steps.
- Rocking chair rodeo. She loves nothing more than climbing up onto her sisters miniature rocking chair, riding it like a bull, and of course coming crashing down to the ground without much warning. Can also be applied to any scalable high backed chair.
She certainly keeps us on our toes. we wouldn’t of course, have her any other way. I love how she has developed her own personality, a world apart from her sensible sisters.
I am however, filled somewhat with trepidation about the next milestone…having a walker. But it can only get easier? Can’t it?!