We had a lovely Christmas. I just wanted to write a quick one, to share a photo of my boy and his reaction to his present from mummy and daddy.
Successful present, I do believe!
Henry’s nanny is going to be spending the day with us today.
Henry is going to be thrilled!
He sees a lot of his grandparents, which I am really happy about too. He smiles and giggles when he sees them, and it is so nice that he is going to grow up knowing he is so very loved. And if mummy knows best, then what shall we say of mummy’s mummy?
Because she knows twice as best, if that’s even possible…
It really makes me laugh when Henry has hiccups and it shakes his whole body. His head gets thrown back and he gets out of breath. It’s just too cute.
Also when he sneezes, the force of the sneeze catches him unawares and propells his body back, as if he were a little jet-powered baby for a second. I’m sure he doesn’t know what I’m laughing at but he quickly joins in anyway!
I love taking Henry out and about with me. He’s just so lovely to have around; he’s the best company and he makes me happy.
I always get stopped by people admiring him and wanting to tell me how gorgeous he is. It’s lovely. What parent doesn’t want to hear that about their baby, despite already knowing that they are the most beautiful, handsome, adorable thing on this planet.
It doesn’t hurt to be agreed with.
Fish & chips, Batman & Robin, black & white, salt & pepper, birds & bees, rum & coke…
Henry & Petits Filous.
We popped into Mothercare today, just as we happened to be around, and had fun browsing all their toys in the Early Learning Centre. I heard my other half call my name, and I turned round to see he had put a child’s dressing up cowboy hat on Henry’s head. He just looked too cute! It was a mixture of ‘aww’ and ‘haha’. We decided to get it for him, as the photos alone are worth the four pounds.
My little Indiana Jones.
Henry was weighed again today, for the first time in five weeks, and his weight has jumped from 14lbs 10oz to 16lbs 4oz. He’s still following the 50th centile line exactly. He’s been so quick to pick up everything though, and I’m sure it won’t be long before he’s crawling. He can already roll over from his back to his front, and now from front to back. He does it repeatedly in one direction so he can pretty much move from one side of the rug to the other now. It’s scary how quickly he’s growing up. He not only holds his head up now, but supports his weight on his arms, in a cute ‘baby press up’.
We really have to start (and finish rather rapidly) baby-proofing our apartment. Just looking around now I can see hazards everywhere. An enormous amount of candles and ornaments, glassware and art supplies that need to moved and made safe. The kitchen cupboards need to be secured (curse open-plan living) and the clutter needs to disappear.
Now if I could just find the housework fairy then it would all be okay. I think I lost her in amongst the junk…
Henry’s first easter, but far too young for any of the chocolate treats we are enjoying (yes, chocolate for breakfast)! His nanny bought him a lovely, little teddy with long arms that are perfect for Henry to hold onto, instead of an easter egg. Very thoughtful! He likes it a lot, and it’s nice and soft and fluffy, so Henry rubs his fingers on its fur and cuddles it. He’s grown up so fast, and does all these things that make me think he’s quickly becoming more a little boy and less a little baby.
He’s still my little chick though, and always will be! Even when he’s all grown up I will see him as he is now; all cuddly and snuggly and falling asleep in my arms like he did yesterday in a coffee shop. He makes me so proud, the little cutie.
You know something has changed when you are trying to go about your normal day to day tasks but forgetting the crucial element of pretty much every one. And you know it isn’t right when you try to describe a doughnut as ‘prickly’ and your own (rather forgetful) mother has to remind you what day of the week it is.
I tried to quote the famous saying ‘drink like a fish’ and ended up saying ‘drink like a chimney, smoke like a fish’. My words often jumble themselves up on their way out now too. I say things like ‘tup of key’ and ‘kentucky chied fricken’. I know, not the greatest move when a little one is listening to your every word, trying to learn the language.
It’s a very strange feeling for me to forget anything. I tried desperately to remember an old password without success. It was like someone had come along and plucked it straight out of my brain the day I got pregnant.
I’m hoping going back to work will help to keep my mind in shape. For now, there’s not too many people around that mind if I make the odd literary slip-up. But I’m pretty sure that communication is one of the key skills needed in a marketing position. It’s okay, I will find the time to read more or something…
Mother’s Day 2012 – Sunday March 18th
I spent my first Mother’s Day severely ill, unable to get out of bed and struggling to get through the day. I got a present on its way from Henry, but it still hasn’t arrived yet, so I’ll update when I get it. There’s always next year I guess.