Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

So I’ve gone a little crazy today.
Yesterday I got a phone call.
Now. Some context.
You know that my cousin was expecting a baby in April.
Well. April came and went.
So I kind of started semi-stalking my cousin on Facebook, so that I could find out any baby news.
Seems she was 2 weeks overdue and then some.
So. Back to the call.
My aunt called. Just like with my uncle, she thought I was my mum at first greeting.
Anyway. It finally happened. My cousin gave birth to a baby boy. 7lb 10oz. I struggle to know if that’s a lot or not. But I gather it’s a very good and healthy weight. Incidentally, mum tells me that on the day I was born I was the second biggest baby that day and I came out at 8lb 6oz, so I know that that’s pretty big for a new-born at least.

Anyway. Information on the, as yet unnamed, child is not all together yet. She told me that It was a difficult delivery and that the child has breathing issues. I don’t know how severe but she didn’t sound overly worried. My cousin may be discharged in a day or so but the child will have to stay in there a little longer. Hang in there Kid. I want to meet you. Chances are that’ll be in October. I hope.
I spent maybe half an hour springing about the house until I calmed down. It may seem like an overreaction for family that I’m not overly close to (I don’t have any problems with them, it’s just that I only get to see them maybe three times a year) but, regardless, babies are always to be celebrated. Especially by childless young aunties who can practically feel their biological clock ticking away and wonder if they’ll ever be in a position to have a baby of their own. I know I’m not mature enough yet, and I may never be. I’d need to get a job, have some income, move out on my own and meet people. I’m still not doing any of that yet.

But enough about me. Well. A bit more.
We sometimes look at some of the baby clothes when we go shopping, just because some of them are so gosh darned cute. But in the last two weeks we’ve been browsing because we were awaiting a baby announcement. There was a cute onesie with mooses on. I said mooses for fun. Little cartoon moose. But we didn’t get it then. I personally worried about somehow jinxing the birth of the child by getting things prematurely. Realistically, at 38, I felt a little worry about this being my cousin’s first baby. But now it’s been born I’ve decided to more firmly dismiss worrying thoughts.
So we actively browsed the baby things, rather than just casually, and found some adorable little things. Too much in fact. My cousin disapproves of gender specific things i.e. blue for a boy and pink for a girl but I think it’s the pink she objects to more than the blue. I may be wrong. But generally, people in general, seem to want to encourage or allow girls to play with and do “boy’s” things more than they want to encourage boys to do “girl’s” things. A girl can play with toy cars and Action Man (does he even still exist?) and it’s okay. Some may feel uncomfortable, maybe feeling it’s too “butch” for a girl but generally it’s okay. But boy don’t really get to play with Barbies and ponies now do they, mainly because that’s not what boys do.
But enough of that. It’s not important to the story and I don’t really want to be going down this rabbit hole. I will admit that, when picking out gifts for the other kids, I do conform to the gender stereotypes. Mainly because I barely see them and I don’t have contact with them or the rest of the family so I don’t know what they’re into. So I just try to do something general or play it safe and pick something “boyish” or “girly” as nessecary.
So back to the baby things.
We have a two pack of yellow with baby toy onesies, a blue and grey two pack of onesies with a hat and gloves and a bib I picked it out for the cute slogan rather than the colour, a white and colourful two pack of onesies with happy faces on and a five pack of matching bibs to go with it. I would have got the matching socks but there was no point since the feet were already covered. A cute little grey and white two pack with lions and tigers on. It was reduced because it clearly had a hat or something originally but it had been lost. I picked it for the design and it was the only one left. We also got a cute little teddy bear hat just because it’s adorable and finally what I like to call a snuggie. Mum wanted to get a bear or something but Tesco don’t really carry toys for new-borns. I would have loved to get him a blue and white stuffed unicorn just because it’s so cute and unicorns are cool whether you’re a boy or a girl, but it was for ages three and up. No point.
But they did have one of those little bear blanket kind of things. I’m not really sure what it’s supposed to be. It can’t really function as a blanket, it’s too small. I suppose it’s more a comfort thing really. I always call them snuggies. Not sure why. I just think it’s a cute name.
So we already have all that to send off. We did go a little crazy. I would’ve gotten socks too but mum wouldn’t let me.
She also wants to go to a toy store and get a teddy bear for new-borns but I’m not allowed to go with her because she doesn’t trust me enough not to go crazy again.
Well. That’s the joy of being an auntie figure. I get to spoil them and I get some of the fun and none of the responsibilities .


In recent news. I planted some carrot seeds a few weeks ago. They’d sprouted by Sunday. I couldn’t see anything on Friday and I didn’t look on Saturday but on Sunday I saw they’d sprouted. So that’s fun.

Anyway. I guess I’ve rambled enough.
Bluebiird out.