Windy Week

It's time to write to Uncle Jared again! How exciting! (Originally sent on 21/08/16)

Today is a special day for Mummy and Daddy, it's 6 years since they got married. That's a long time. They showed me a DVD of their wedding. It looked like a really fun day. I also got to see you in it. I also got to hear your voice. It's the next best thing to getting to meet you, I guess.

So, normally Mummy and Daddy celebrate by going away for a few days or having a nice meal out (or both) but because I'm still small and dependant on Mummy a lot they didn't go away this year. They decided to have a nice picnic at the park after church instead. The weather decided otherwise, and kept raining on and off, so they just had an indoor picnic instead. It wasn't as glamorous as some of their previous anniversary celebrations, but Daddy said he was so happy to have an anniversary with all three of us together, which was nice to hear. (We are planning on having a family holiday in September when Daddy has a week off work, so I'll get to travel a bit at that point.)

Well, let's back up a bit. What have I been up to this week? On Monday I had a shopping trip around IKEA, B&Q and Babies'R'Us. I slept the whole way through, except for waking up briefly in the IKEA restaurant to feed as well. (I didn't want to feel left out whilst Mummy and Daddy enjoyed their meatballs and mash.) I know mum and dad want me to get into a routine, but it don't think the routine involves me sleeping the entire afternoon and then being restless all evening. I could be wrong though.

Another highlight of this week - projectile poo! You've probably heard of projectile vomiting, right? Well, imagine a similar principle out the other end. Daddy was half-way through changing my nappy when I passed a bit of gas (not an unusual occurence, in all honesty) and Daddy thought that was the end of it. Then I passed a load of poo really quickly. I got poo over the changing mat. I got poo over the floor. I even got poo on wall next to where the table is. Oh, and over Daddy's hand as well. He was a bit disgusted initially but overall found it hilarious. He was laughing as he found more and more spots of poo to clean up with the 1001 spray.

From Monday onwards I was becoming increasingly restless, not feeding for long or sleeping very well, so I had a trip to see the doctor on Thursday morning. Turns out I have trapped wind, which the doctor suggested some medicine for. It's orange flavoured, which for you might sound alright, but I'm not used to flavours yet. The first time Mummy gave it to me I cried, but I'm getting better with it now. And I'm trumping a lot easier as well. (Daddy is a bit put out that I get applauded for burping and trumping, but when he does it Mummy tells him off.)

On Saturday I had a trip to the hospital to visit my cousin Lilly. She'd been in since Monday because she had an operation to help her feel better. It was a windy day, and it took my breath away every time I was in the wind. Mummy made sure I was wrapped up warm in plenty of layers. Whilst on the tram there I had plenty of people cooing over me. Mum got a bit confused getting off the tram and walked all the way round from the back of the hospital to the entrance at the front of the hospital to walk all the way in to where Lilly was. It could have been a much shorter trip if she'd gone straight in from the tram stop. It was nostalgic being back at the QMC. Seems like a lifetime ago I was last there. Lilly was very happy to see me and kept wanting to hold me. However she's still not strong enough and I'm still too delicate so they just let her stroke me for now.

On Friday night Daddy's friends James and Emma came round with their little girl Alice. She's nearly 2, and she was excited to see me as well. She also got to stroke me a bit, and kept saying "Beh-bee", which is a really weird pronunciation of "Lucy", but there you go.

And last but not least, here's a picture of me dressed as a mermaid. Daddy had a muslin cloth to hand and a spark of inspiration. I think it's the best costume I've ever worn.

Until next week!
Love,
Nibling Lucy
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