Eat. Play. Sleep. Repeat. That is my life now, right there in that sentence. It’s like Groundhog day over and over again (read about my Groundhog experience with my firstborn son here). And don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I forgot just how monotonous having a baby can be. Monotonous Monotonous Monotonous. Someone get me out of the house Monotonous.

Yep, its monotonous and all that, but to be honest I’m actually super glad it is, because as you know, I also have a toddler, and toddlers are totally insane – always buzzing around like buzzy drunk little bee’s. And because of this, a little quiet non speak-y and non move-y downtime is super bloody welcome once in a while.

Even though the baby can’t really speak English yet (selfish, I mean she is four months old and all??!!) she spends most of her days staring at me and giving me the silent treatment for what feels like shits and giggles. I am however starting to suspect that she may actually have fluently perfect diction, but that she doesn’t want to terrify me by knowing way more than me when she can’t even wipe her own butt yet. #HowKind.

And while she is giving me eyes pretending not to know what the frick is going on, the crazy toddler spends his days making me laugh (or cry) while regaling me with stories of how much he doesn’t want me and only wants his Pa, or how he needs to go the toilet when he has LITERALLY just finished weeing on the couch. #FML.

Even though I was super relaxed and confident with my firstborn, I am even more so this time around. It could have something to do with the fact that the toddler leaves me with no time to over think anything, to worry or to plan what to do next with the baby. Which is probably a blessing in a way…I mean, I still pay her loads of attention of course, but if she licks the floor then I am totally cool with that. I don’t have time to control what her tongue is attached to when I am chasing a kid around the house whose sole mission in life seems to be running down the street without any pants on.

Maternity leave is super fun with the second babe and as we are heading towards the half way mark I am already starting to worry about going back to work. Well, not worry so much because I actually kinda like my job, but I am already starting to grieve a bit for the time that I will not be with my kids. Because it IS fun, even considering how crazy things can get with two kidlets under three and a needy furball at your feet.

Having the toddler around IS defintely a huge plus as he makes me snort laugh all day long, and he helps us really drown in love for our sweet baby. She is a loving and happy little soul, and she smiles all day long. Especially at him, she loves him so freaking much that her little face lights up whenever he just looks in her direction and my heart melts every time I see them together…

Now, the little lady started leap 4 this month and if any of you follow The Wonder Weeks, you will know that leaps are the BIGGEST HEAD SLAP WINE GUZZLING EXPERIENCE EVERRRRRR! If you are about to experience your child’s FIRST leap, then good luck to you lady. Leaps are shit – not the experiencing of them, but the leap itself. You might need to have some wine on standby, but just knowing how much the baby is learning and how much their world is changing makes it all worth it. Sort of. Almost. Not really.

However I DO love seeing all the new skills they learned after every leap because you really can see a shift in how their brain and bodies work. They actually learn things. Who would have thought hey?

Lets hope we get through this leap relatively unscathed (fingers and toes crossed please).

The little lady thought it would be a good idea to pick up a cold from who knows where, as well as a nasty case of bronchiolitis which has NOT been welcome. It has really sucked seeing her struggle to breath – her chest heaving in and out constantly, but as the doctor isn’t worried then neither am I. She is still drinking all of her bottles so is getting everything she needs to get through it, so that’s a relief.

Zee little babe can now shake the rattle with real purpose. Yep, she shakes it like a cocktail, and loves nothing more than making SO MUCH noise with it that my brain ALLLLLLMOST combusts, before stopping it leaving only deafening silence in its wake. It brings her so much joy.

She also likes to swap things from hand to hand. Usually, she is just trying to get a better grip to shove whatever it is that she is holding into her own mouth. Like my hair. She does like to lick that. Gross. #KidsAreWeird.

She has also just started my all time FAVOURITE skill of pinching. And by favourite I mean that I totally hate it and that I can’t wait till she learns something new and forgets about pinching because pinching sucks so hard. Hopefully she stops it tomorrow. Please.

She also (totally weirdly) loves exploring the deep dark abyss that is my mouth. Considering how much I talk, it’s fairly easy for her to find an “opening” so she can shove her fingers right in there. Sometimes when I am not paying attention and am doing my usual of just yapping away, I will find these fingers suddenly wiggling about in my mouth, and trying to grab my tongue, or poke a hole in my cheeks from the inside.

And those fingers are (as often as not) covered in either spew or dribble. Hers, not mine.

Delicious. *shudders*

She likes to slap now too. She is very slap happy in fact, and I am not sure how I feel about it. Oh yes I am. It sucks. Getting slapped by a baby repeatedly hurts my brain and yes, it sucks. Because my face tends to generally be her number one slap toy of choice. Don’t know why. If she must slap then surely her father is a more appropriate option. I mean, he has a beard to cushion her baby hands. #WellIHaveAMoustacheButThatsNeitherHereNorThere

Interestingly, I had completely forgotten that her brother went through this same stage (I assume all kids do), though now that she is knocking my brains about in my head, it all feels headachingly familiar. It’s funny how many stages you go through with kids with you waiting for them to grow out of it, and by the time they finally do, you don’t even notice. Strange.

But these frustrating things like the slaps and the pinches, make up… like…0.0001% of our day together. And the things that she does for the rest of the time together totally outweighs the baby slaps that have been coming my way.

Like, the way (as I mentioned before) she smiles and laughs ALL day long. Like the way you grab my face and laugh like I am the funniest and most wonderful person in the world. Like the way you look at me like I am the most beautiful person you have ever seen and that you have never loved anyone the way that you love me. #TrueStoryYouWouldntHaveLol

All of those things make me count my blessings, thank my lucky stars and constantly be so full of gratitude for this life that I live, this family that I love, and this beautiful and perfect baby of mine.

I couldn’t be any luckier, and for the first time in my life, I am truly happy.

I wonder who the baby will become next month? xx

Are you a first time mum, or are you having a baby soon? What would you like to know more about? Or would you like to share your own story with the MUMMALIFELOVEBABY community? Then please leave a comment below as I would love to hear from you xxx