The Sleep Grinch

It would seem that my remaining loyal readers (all 6 of them), who didn't remove me from their google reader during my long sojourn in the blogging wilderness would like photographic evidence of our Libby aka little Roo, Lady May, Mayflower, Libskerino and approximately a trillion variations of each.

We're all about nicknames in the Siswick household.

So here she is:

2 weeks

10 weeks
14 weeks
Very 1st Christmas at 4 Months
She is now 4 months old (I almost accidentally put 14 months then, but that's just how long it actually feels like we've had her and how long it seems like since I had a good nights sleep) and adored slightly more each day.

She is currently a big fan of licking just about anything that gets within a tongues reach of her. Which we're hoping she outgrows before she starts school.


Oh and in response to this post. Her DNA was kind to her, no hairy back gene for Libby Mae.


Eli's on the other hand is thickening up for winter. You'd have to see it to believe it.

Watch Out People!

You know you're completely out of the blogging loop when you log in on blogger and it kindly informs you that you have 261 unmoderated comments. For a mere second I let it go to my head a tiny bit and felt tres popular indeed. Right until I scanned the comments prior to moderation and found each and every one to be completely identical, all offering me Viagra.

Viagra? Are you kidding me? I have 3 kids, the smallest of which it appears failed to read our family sleeping policy prior to arrival in chez Siswick and is killing me slowly, mostly a brain cell at a time. I think I'm likely down to approximately 12 remaining right now.

I need a pill to keep me awake in the morning and another to put me to sleep at night preferably for at least 8 gloriously solid hours. Viagra I can live without, it is surplus to requirements here.

But is this what the blogosphere has come to in my absence? Spam comments? Uncool.

It was a humbling moment when I came to the realisation that if I neglected one of my kids as badly as I have neglected my lovely blog these last 12 months or so social services would've intervened long, long ago. Surely my blog is as worthy of my love as my offspring?

So I have used up all my paltry excuses for not blogging:

I'm pregnant and tired-check.

I just had a baby and am even more tired-check.

I fell over because I was so tired and fractured my shoulder-check.

I can hardly string a sentence together due to combined tiredness from pregnancy, having a baby, fracturing my shoulder and having to contend with dear sweet beautiful Libby whose single goal in life is to ensure I never get a good nights sleep-check.

No more excuses people, I'm back on the blog.

And I mean it!

That is my only New Year Resolution.

Welcome.....

...to the world Libby Mae.

Libby made her entrance into the world on 28/08/09 at 10:40pm.

Weighing a hefty 7lbs 3.5oz.

A real whopper by our standards.

The Verdict?

Please pray for us that she won't get the hairy back genes that Eli got.

I Confess.....

I hate to admit it but I honestly don't think all babies are cute.

I really don't.

I especially do not think that most newborn babies are cute.

Either I don't see what other people are seeing when they look upon an infant or else other people are simply telling lies.

I actually think that lots of babies make ET look actually rather cute.

I have said to people 'oh what a cute baby' and really meant 'Heck, your gene pool just played a terribly cruel trick on you, that is an incredibly ugly baby'

I am not proud of myself. (Honestly!)

I've heard people say every mother thinks her own babies are beautiful.

Not me.

When I first saw Thomas I desperately wanted him to be cute.

My first thoughts?
'OH NO his eyebrows and hairline merge'

Should I have been allowed to bring him home from the hospital or reproduce further?

Probably not!

But I was and I have. The latter being just as hairy as the former.

Another For the Family Tree

Welcome to the world Isaac James Stainton.

Firstborn child of Rob's cousin Neil and his wife Katie.

Rob is one of 6 children.

Rob's Dad, Mike, is one of 8.

Rob's grandparents have 31 Grandchildren (so far).

Isaac is Great Grandchild number 7 (with two more due to emerge this Summer.)

He was born on Saturday 5th July weighing in at a whopping 9 pounds 9 ounces and measuring 59cm/23.25 inches. (Clearly with those stats he'll be making good use of our highchair in no time, so it was worth all the trouble after all).

Katie is now my new hero after having him at 42 weeks even though she was offered an induction at 41 weeks, not to mention she endured 43 hours of labour epidural free. I guess she just didn't want to take my good advice.

The boys were thrilled to meet him and Thomas really wanted to gift wrap his Spiderman boots as a present for the new arrival.

Because after all what infant wouldn't appreciate some size 7 wellington boots?

These things come in 3's

It's probably slightly rude to refer to an infant as a thing but I guess that's just me. This baby girl is the very newest addition to our family. Thing 2 and Thing 3 will be arriving later in the Summer courtesy of Rob's two older sisters. My brother Colin and his wife Jackie welcomed baby Mollie Grace at 5am-ish on Wednesday 23rd April. She joins her siblings Stephanie, Daniel, Shane and Adam. (I know 5 kids, and they aren't even LDS!) I'm excited to meet her, hold her, give her back and come home and have a great unbroken night of sleep! Which frankly you can't do when they are your own. So, hooray for other peoples babies!