Walking up the hill behind my house with my dog Spooky. Clear blue sky, bright and sunny, snow on the tops - perfect :-) 8 hrs ago
Watching the Oscars highlights - it's the 'people who died since the last Oscars' bit. Looks glossy but simply not funny. Gonna switch over. 22 hrs ago
Baby Milo is now 2 months old. Aside from his 6am gruntings, he’s a little charmer.
Those gummy grins he trialled last month have turned into proper big smiles which are often accompanied by funny little giggles. Obviously we try to encourage these because they’re absolutely lush, so we spend quite a lot of time hovering over him making faces and silly noises.
He’s rather big – I think I mentioned this last month – and is outgrowing his clothes at an alarming rate. I put this down to his midnight trips down to the cupboard, although it could just be in his genes :-/ Along with his great heft is his enormous strength. When I say ‘enormous’ I mean relatively of course: he admittedly does struggle to open tight jars. But he stands up almost on his own, he wriggles about and can easily move off his blanket on the floor, and he’s quite tricky to keep hold of if he wants to put himself in a different position in your arms.
I don’t really spend much time with him to be honest, I mainly play with Soren when I get in from work. I suppose this is the inevitable practicality of ‘having 2′, and at this stage in his life it’s all about mummy anyway so getting the occasional cuddle from daddy is probably plenty.
Big bruv Soren is very kind to him. If Milo is crying somewhere in the distance Soren will abandon what he’s doing and run to see what’s up, stroking his head and whispering “it’s OK”. He’s given him all sorts of names such as Baby Mi, Baby Nut, Mushu….
Having one baby seemed like relatively hard work at the time but it was immediately clear when Milo arrived that balancing the needs of two babies is more than twice as difficult! Don’t get me wrong, it’s fun, but it’s tricky, and all the baby skills we’ve developed since having Soren with us haven’t necessarily helped.
But what of Milo?
Well he’s wonderful. He’s very easy-going. He obviously loves his mummy, and is a big fan of milk which he consumes at such a ferocious rate that he’s right at the top of that curve in his little red baby book. Yes, he’s going to bealready big!
He cries sometimes but quite gently, as if admitting that crying is all he’s got to communicate with but he’ll be quiet about it. He’s got a cold at the moment so makes some very piglet-like snorting noises, which, combined with his ‘pump-grunt’ means that, even though he’s not much of a crier, he’s noisy. Especially at 6am
He’s pretty good on his little toy mat, bashing at the little giraffe dangling above his head. Maybe it’s intentional, maybe just a spasm, but he’s good at it!
We’ve recently been treated to lovely big gummy grins. Being a scientist at heart I thought these were just wind but it turns out smiling does start around now. They’re lovely
That’s it so far. I wonder if there’s anything else to look forward to?
It’s been a funny 3 weeks. For the first week or so Milo slept so I never really saw his eyes apart from the rare brief moments when something startled him. Then during the second week he started to be awake for a few minutes at a time but only for milk so I wasn’t really involved. And during his third week I went back to work so I only saw him in the evening when he was sleeping or in the middle of the night when he was crying and I was rocking him in my arms because he’d woken Soren up and of course only mummy would do.
So Milo, I love you – you’re very cute, and pretty easy going – but I don’t feel like I know you yet. Hey, there’s plenty of time, but it feels like I’ve been waiting quite a long time to meet you already. Oh well, I’ll just have to be patient.
