29th September
Dear Mr Nobody,
Well, it's been a while and my mobile-blogging-leading-to-more-abundant-writing theory has fallen rather splat down on its face as yet. oh well, what can i say? little lioncub keeps me rather busy. Nine months old now, he has almost spent as much time outside as he has inside of me (he was over a week late). And in his magnificent and wonderful time on this earth he has learnt to sit, then stand, to feed from me and to eat food from his own hand. He can laugh, and make others laugh, and cry, but not very often. He can wriggle from place to place on his belly and make big cartoon steps with his legs. He can say Mummy, when he is tired, wants a nappy or some mummy milk, and melts my heart in the process. he can babble as if he is telling me something terribly important, he maintains eye contact and makes me feel very special. He can pull himself up to standing now with ease, and can move around the furniture and from furniture to my legs and onwards. He's got two lovely little white teeth and though he shows signs of getting more, they havent yet arrived.
He's got his second cold ever, and has graciously passed it on to me too, bless his kindness. So before I get over tired again, i am going to get to bed, in the hope that one more nights sleep will shift these nasty germs.
Most of all though, it has to be said, that being a mummy is the best thing that has ever happened to me, love it, love him, glad that the angry daddy appears to have left us alone now so that we can potter along in merry loved up happiness.
Night night, sleep tight, make sure the bed bugs don't bite xxxxxxx
Well, it's been a while and my mobile-blogging-leading-to-more-abundant-writing theory has fallen rather splat down on its face as yet. oh well, what can i say? little lioncub keeps me rather busy. Nine months old now, he has almost spent as much time outside as he has inside of me (he was over a week late). And in his magnificent and wonderful time on this earth he has learnt to sit, then stand, to feed from me and to eat food from his own hand. He can laugh, and make others laugh, and cry, but not very often. He can wriggle from place to place on his belly and make big cartoon steps with his legs. He can say Mummy, when he is tired, wants a nappy or some mummy milk, and melts my heart in the process. he can babble as if he is telling me something terribly important, he maintains eye contact and makes me feel very special. He can pull himself up to standing now with ease, and can move around the furniture and from furniture to my legs and onwards. He's got two lovely little white teeth and though he shows signs of getting more, they havent yet arrived.
He's got his second cold ever, and has graciously passed it on to me too, bless his kindness. So before I get over tired again, i am going to get to bed, in the hope that one more nights sleep will shift these nasty germs.
Most of all though, it has to be said, that being a mummy is the best thing that has ever happened to me, love it, love him, glad that the angry daddy appears to have left us alone now so that we can potter along in merry loved up happiness.
Night night, sleep tight, make sure the bed bugs don't bite xxxxxxx
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