Crabs in a bucket

– 9:11 am

Zeddie visited last week Sunday, driving all the way from Birmingham. Long drive that. She’s so full of soul and giving. From what I gather (and it’s pretty shallow telling), Liza helped put her on the career path she’s now on through skilling, connection or both. But what they are today goes beyond that. They are the selflessness that exists between them.

I don’t remember what the prompt was but a few days ago, Thursday evening I believe, I decided to put you in a bucket. We may have both needed our hands at the time and I thought, “fuck’it, let’s try the laundry bucket”. I threw in a few toys and voila, you self-entertained for a while, trying endlessly to swallow everything.


Your mother took you to Maalouf yesterday. I couldn’t go with work commitments, not for a routine check-up anyway. The feedback is, you’re still very much in the heavyweight class at 7.9kg (probably 10 after this morning’s feast), 66cm long with a head size in the upper 95% of babies your age. So yeah, you have a big head alright (which somehow isn’t disproportionate to the rest of your body).

I found something

Rather unsurprisingly, Dr Maalouf said your neck is still a bit wobbly (trying to steady your head). So he suggested doubling the tummy time and supported sitting with toys in front of you to help develop your spine – hello bucket!

But I think I found one better. Among Kim‘s donations is the Bumbo floor seat. I’ve already put you back to bed but we’ll try it later.


Interestingly, I sat you up for a bit after your breakfast and noticed you didn’t spit out anything during the transition back to bed. I wish I knew gravity could assist in such a way. The carpet on the stairs could do without some of the returned milk stains. Not all, just some. The others are for posterity.

We also don’t have to sterilise bottles anymore. Oh, the joy Liza must have felt hearing that. She has to wash them every single fucking evening. It’s only a step up from watching paint dry I tell ya. So out goes the steriliser and in comes the drying rack. I hope for your sake you’re ready to dabble with tap water ’cause here come the germs. Good luck! And God bless!

Given your size and how much you eat, we can start you on solids at five months. Hell, I might even mash something for you to try today. Let’s give your digestive system a challenge, shall we? Looks like you’re a go after four months anyway.

Eczema on your arms and legs is fading. Maalouf said not to sweat it regardless. But it looks like the Aveeno baby cream is working wonders. You’re also not teething, despite what we thought.


PS – I don’t know if you’ve seen your face lately but you look like a Viking returning from war. You’re using your nails to fight the wrong enemy son. Liza bought an electric nail file to try.