8 month update

Like Ships In The Night (you keep passing me by) (5/?)

Enchanted Forest AU-Princess Emma does a reverse Cinderella and meets a Captain in a tavern instead of a Prince at a ball. It should have been a one-time thing but fate had other plans and they just keep meeting. Originally a one-shot birthday fic for @spartanguard but now a full on multichapter  Extra thanks to @phiralovesloki for being a stellar and fast beta!

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The woods were darker than Emma had expected. Clouds obscured the moon and stars and the trees were little more than shadows against the black. It was the kind of night that called for curling up by a fire, not tromping through the forest looking for an escaped pirate.

There was a pull on her wrist from the black fabric wrapped around it. Emma adjusted her direction, trusting the locator magic to lead her through the darkness. She fingered the rough cotton in the dark. The scarf Hook had used to keep her from calling Elsa’s guards hadn’t been a bad idea but with a locator potion added, it had become Emma’s personal pirate finder. Her father and his knights had clattered off toward the port assuming, as Emma had, that the pirate would commandeer a ship. By the time she had poured out the potion, it was too late to tell them that Captain Hook had fled to the forest and not the sea. Determined not to let him get too far away, Emma had set off at a gallop on a horse only to abandon it when the scarf pulled her into the deep woods.

She didn’t know where Hook was going, only that, once again, he had betrayed her. This time she was going to throw him in the dungeon where he belonged, where her father had wanted him to be from the beginning. Her mistake had been to think that she understood him, that because they had both been hurt by love they were similar. She had thought that his encounter with the Dark One had changed him, made him recognize the futility of his vengeance, made him want to be a part of something. She thought she had sensed it that night in her room and later in the council chamber, but she had been wrong. After Neal and Walsh, she should have known better, but the damn pirate had made her forget herself and forget the lesson she knew all too well–the only people she can trust is her family.

Suddenly the pull on her wrist stopped and Emma paused in confusion. Then she heard the crack of a twig from behind and on instinct, she ducked. The momentum of her attacker took him over her body and to the ground. In a flash, Emma was on top and sliding up to pin his biceps with her knees. She put her full weight forward and he hissed in pain. She grinned in triumph but the smile fell as a sharp pain pierced her thigh. She had forgotten about the hook.

“Ah! What the hell!” She rolled off and away, her right hand going to her thigh and her left pulling her dagger. She hadn’t expected an actual fight, hadn’t believed he would really hurt her despite his escape, but of course she had been wrong.

“Emma? Bloody hell, Emma! Are you hurt?” His shock and remorse made her loosen her hold on her dagger but not on her anger.

“You stabbed me with your hook! Of course I’m hurt,”

There was movement and suddenly he was beside her, his shadowed form becoming something recognizable close-up.

“Where?” Then his hand was on her knee and sliding upward as he probed for her wound. Heat flashed through her and she slapped his hand away. He drew back as if she had slapped his face.

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8 Month Update

This update is long overdue, but I’m happy I waited because you stood up for the first time this afternoon! You’d crawled all the way from the living room into the downstairs loo, pulled yourself up (and pulled all the toilet roll down!) and you were just standing there, laughing to yourself. I swear, now that you’re so mobile, you and Koda get into so much trouble!

Gosh, there’s so much more to say, so much to update you on! You’re starting to look more and more like your father everyday; it’s crazy how I thought you were identical to me when you were younger because now, you’d never even know that I was your mother!

I updated my theme (yet again!!) because it’s finally autumn, my favourite season! Oliver, you and I are going to a little pumpkin patch at the edge of our village next week and I can’t wait! I’ve also purchased your very first Halloween costume which is incredibly exciting!

Also, Oliver thinks that now we’re officially together again, I should stop blogging since it takes up so much of my time. (hence our first argument and my disappearance) Although I kind of agree, I definitely won’t stop blogging or vlogging, but I may limit my posts to once a month or maybe more, depending on what I have to say!

Anyway, onto the facts and figures!

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Evelyn Rose - 8 months update

I hate how many have a lack of hope in Evvy. Even the doctor looks at me quizzically when I ask about her walking, or when she may begin to speak or eat food that isn’t completely pureed (she chokes on lumps)

Since she does have numerous challenges in her life, this update is going to be a little different than the usual ones. I am going to highlight her accomplishments, praise her efforts and express the hope I have in her.

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what i’m drawing: love live! not-love live! preferably gay stuff! anything that’s not listed as off-limits below the cut is free game

(in USD)

lines (simple monochromatic shading free!): thighs-up 12 | full-body 15

add-ons: +5 per extra char

w/ color (simple backgrounds free!): thighs-up 20 | full-body 25

add-ons: +10 per extra char | complex backgrounds to be calculated individually

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8 months old today! UPDATE

Well I am happy that I am now doing these so I have a record of my baby.

THis month my Ari has gone through LOADS of changes and had some very major milestones. 

SLEEP (always the longest)

Challenges have been naps, Ari has been so upset and hard to put down for the 3rd nap that I started playing with a 2 nap a day schedule. By 7.5 months I completely did away with the third nap. This means we sometimes have a cranky kid in the late afternoon, but it’s much better than a 4pm battle of wills nap time that often fails anyway. I refuse play ‘battle of will’ games, I love his strong will, I don’t want to break it, nor do I want to set up a pattern of rebellion. 

This brings me to my next point which is Ari will not be comforted to sleep, and any time I try, DISASTER! Before he used to like being patted to sleep while he lay in his crib but now he will only fall asleep on his own and when he decides. If I try to 'help’ he is FURIOUS! like, 'no thank you mom, how dare you try and regulate me! I am in charge of me!“ His STRONG WILL is incredible. I have accepted that falling asleep has to be done on his terms, and my job is to keep his routine and read his tried signs in order to put him down at the right time. Most of the time he happily babbles himself to sleep. 

Sleeping through the night is much the same. If he cries in the night and I go and check on him because I am worried that something is wrong, he becomes inconsolable. Cue me rocking, shushing, and tenderly singing to a screaming ball of rage baby and having zero calming effect on him. THIS KID. So it is better to let him cry it out for 5-10 minutes than me 'helping’ and creating an hour long rage fest at 4am. This flies in the face of all gentle parenting, and this is also why I am a staunch believer in "every kid is different’ and why I believe that parenting has a lot of grey areas. 

In general this month has been the first one of STTN. Ari goes down at 7pm and wakes between 6 and 7 am. Often he wakes but falls back asleep on his own. 

His 2 naps are at 9am-ish and 1pm-ish,  each nap lasting 40 minutes to 1.5 hours. 


He’s got two now! full ones! the second one seemed to bother him a lot more than the first, but not as bad as I had feared. 

his little smile is so CUTE!


As I mentioned earlier, Ari started baby talking around 7.75 months. He just woke up from his naps saying,  "bababa dadada, mamamama.”

My heart melts.

He is a chatty kid in general and likes to add his two cents into my conversations with friends, and talks back to me when I talk to him. 


This area has exploded this month! a few days after our first baby crawling group meet up, Ari added army crawling to his repertoire and it quickly replaced rolling. Now he grunts and creeps his way across our apartment with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face as he hunts down every forbidden and dangerous object. His favourites include the computer mouse, the wi-fi system, cords and cables of all kinds, toilet paper, and coffee mugs.

He’s managed to knock over hot tea, pull the hot curling iron down, pull light furniture over and skype call my uncle. He somehow always escapes injury! lucky me! and yes I am working on baby proofing and being more mindful of danger (not my strong suit).

Yesterday for the first time he got up on hands and knees and started rocking, just a few days before his 8th month birthday! what a milestone!


His pincer grasp has gotten much better and he is now getting much better at feeding himself finger foods. He also uses his fingers to explore textures and fine things like threads strings, tassels, leaves, and furry things. 


Ari, for the first time ever, seems to need me! It’s the start of separation anxiety which sounds so negative but I know it just means that he has made the mental leap to miss me when I am gone. I see that as nothing but positive from this baby who previously wouldn’t even let me cuddle him. He now wants the rare cuddle, and has even started tugging on my pant leg or pulling at my feet when he needs reassurance. LOVE THIS SO MUCH! excuse me as I turn into a mommy puddle on the floor. 

He also flips over as soon as a I lay him in his crib and watches me as I walk out the door. (SAD! but see above for what happens if turn back around to 'help’ him). 

Peek a boo has become his favourite game. again, mommy puddle. 


Ari is a good eater and loves all the foods we have given him, and seems to enjoy the mealtime rituals we have of him sitting in his highchair touching the table while we also eat something. He still loves being spoon feed, but that maybe because we try to respond to his signals and I always aim to be respectful. No tricking, forcing, or games to get him to take the food. 

He also does a little BLW at least once a day. I put finger foods on his tray and he feeds himself. He’ll try anything and gets a lot in his mouth, but after that a lot ends up on the floor. This is why I like to call it “baby led throw it on the floor” or “baby led spit it on the floor”

That’s okay though, because I can see it has helped him a lot in his eating. He knows how to mash things with his two wee teeth and gums, and can swallow food or gag it up if he hasn’t broken down enough. 

His appetite for solids has gone up and he is now down to 5 bottles (150-200 mls) perday as a result. 


He continues to be a bold, brave, and strong willed. It leaves me exhausted, sometimes at my wits end, but also proud. 

The perfect example of this was yesterday at the zoo. The lions were inside a roaring loudly at each other while we were a mere 2 meters away. The loud reverberating sound t made my heart leap into my throat but Ari showed no signs of fear. Minutes later his hat fell into his eyes and he screamed his head off.  

Socially, he is outgoing and very curious. He is interested in other kids, and isn’t afraid to explore away from me and let other kids touch and pull on him. He always smiles and tries to interact with other babies and children, and wants to touch them and pull himself closer. His friend Seren (1.5 years old) sometimes plays rough and Ari is okay with it and finds it funny. Yet when she tried to take his toy, he held on and pulled back. GO ARI!

His lack of fear is scary. He often does 'trust falls" and launches himself off my lap, off the bed, or out of my arms, so I have to be ready at all times to catch him. He reaches out to new objects/creatures and sometimes puts himself in danger. I have to learn to be more protective and less relaxed about it, because yesterday he almost got bitten by a horse. I realised that my relaxed “oh let him explore the world on his on terms’ attitude needs to be brought a little bit more to the center so that he stays alive and intact and stuff. 

He’s had a lot of stormy days this month, so I found this past month pretty tough. but I guess that is because of all the developmental steps he has made like talking, crawling, sleep changes, teething, and missing me. 


As of yesterday, Victoria is 8 months old!

I know everyone says this, but time has seriously gone so quickly since having her. I can’t believe she’s 8 months old already!

At 8 months old she does the following:

  • Crawls
  • Furniture walks
  • Pulls up to stand on just about everything
  • Does stand unassisted (without holding on to anything) for a few seconds to a minute at a time
  • She’s gotten amazingly good at slowly lowering herself down from holding on to things instead of just falling. Basically baby squats, it’s adorable.
  • She blows raspberries like crazy!
  • She babbles so much as well! 
  • And she switches between actually saying “mama” and babbling it.