So much has changed. Again 🙂 He smiles, cheekily and engagingly, he visits smiles on us when we please him. He waves his arms and is thrilled when they connect with things, kicks his legs to get rid of blankets. I swear he wees at us on purpose and is charmed by the cries of outrage the person he catches utters. He loves to be nappy free on the bed, he knows the signs that mean a feed is coming and stops crying ready to enjoy the cuddle and the closeness and the food.
He’s thoughtful and he’s undemanding and he’s ‘good’… People always ask that; ‘is he good????’ like a 10 week old baby might have a wicked streak. Yes, he’s good. He eats and sleeps and poos and smiles and turns his head to one side so much so that side is a little flat and those right side features are not identical to the other. He’s a baby, doing baby things. I’m not about to tell him off for waking up at night or always turning to the right.
He looks at a painting on my wall for ages. The blue flowers fascinate him. He loves lights and being naked and Josie talking to him and Fran carrying him and Amelie being silly and Maddy stroking his face and talking in silly language and voice.
He sleeps a lot, doesn’t mind being surrounded in knitting, needs a bib all the time because he’s sicky. Loves his sling, still goes yellow, doesn’t need a bottle last thing any more, tolerates ebm in a bottle but grumps at formula. I can’t see him putting up with that’s much longer, but that’s okay because he’s finally got the hang of feeding enough to live.
After tomorrow, because I’m damned if I’m sleeping in a babyless bed on April 13th, he’s going to try his crib, because he doesn’t seem to mind sleeping really, unless he wakes up at 12. Then he’s still a bit nocturnal.
He thinks tummy time is a bit rubbish but, if its nappy off time and mummy does a massage at the same time and there are lots of raspberries blown, well… Then it’s okay. He tries to pull his knees up under him.
He still look unspeakably cute like this, but it happens less now because we can feed out and in arms and standing up. Just the sling to crack now. We went into town with our first go using a moby though and managed that. Funny things, stretchy slings.
He is gorgeous and beautiful and we are all proud of you and him. Thinking of you today xxx
Aw he is so gorgeous!
Beautiful boy. Thinking of you all today. x
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Very cute pics. 🙂
This so takes me back to when grandson was 11 weeks old. I had his feet and hands impressed in clay when he was 11 weeks and they’re now hanging in pride of place at his parent’s home, together with impressions of five year old brother. It’s such a lovely age…although Leon is still charming me at 21 months!
Absolutely adorable! Love that stage just as they’re moving from newborn to baby! The cute smiles and giggles – melt!
Thinking of you and your family today.
Ah Merry. Yes, breathing is good. Reminds me of when R had croup. That sound, coughing, gasping. So awful. I’m sorry and I know it’s so worrying and complicated. I always agonise over whether I’m over or under reacting when either of the children are ill.
He is SUCH a handsome baby. Such blue eyes. That fifth photograph down, of the blanket clutching, has just made me sob. Precious, precious boy.
Lovely photos, especially the blanket one!
He’s absolutely stunning Merry. What a beautiful post and pictures. x