Saskia at two weeks

Another week has gone by in the life of Saskia, and there's been a constant stream of visitors coming to Harp Hill to see her. Last weekend she had three sets of admirers alone: Auntie Naomi (Nay), who made her a beautiful patchwork blanket incorporating 25 years or so of Weiss family needlework history, and helped us make Xmas last just a little bit longer with more presents.



Edmund, Em and Hannah also came on Saturday afternoon, which demonstrated just how far Saskia has to grow in the next six months - Hannah is about twice the size of her! More Xmas presents exchanged, and the Wilsons gave Sas a really luxurious sheepskin-style rug to lie on (see pic below for proof of this). This'll be really invaluable - as long as we can persuade her that barfing on it is not such a good idea...



Tracie, John and Saskia's cousins James and Ryan then arrived a bit later on, so we had a pretty full house for the following 24 hours. Ryan is 8 weeks old so is again quite a bit bigger than Saskia, and James is four now so is from a completely different world where children sleep through the night and are toilet-trained - we hope to arrive there eventually ourselves too... We had a really nice meal while amazingly both the little ones slept, and John and I were even allowed out on good behaviour to the pub for a couple of drinks, which was a healthy reminder that the world is continuing to turn outside our door. More Xmas presents followed between families to round off the festive season for this year at last! On Sunday, after a slightly disturbed night, we went out for one of our longest walks yet - to Sainsbury's!! - where Sas decided to yell herself hoarse round the aisles. Something I've often felt like doing myself, so you can't really blame her.



The week since has been another blur of days merging one into the next, but the good news is that Saskia's continuing to sleep fairly regularly at night - albeit for only two hours at a time - although she has a bit of a beef with the early mornings from about 5 onwards when she starts waking up more often. She's also getting a bit distressed from wind (we think!) which is nigh on impossible to cure her of despite holding her dangling in all sorts of different positions to encourage her to burp. But these are hardly unique problems - Wendy met up with her NCT chums on Thursday whose babies are about the same age and who are going down pretty much the same digestive and sleep rollercoasters.



Monday finally marks Tim's return to work, so whatever routine we've got going now might well come crashing down around our ears in the coming week - but the cavalry is on its way in the shape of Nana Weiss (aka my Mum) to smooth the transition back into "real" life.