I am learning how to type with him strapped to my chest while I am bouncing on the fit ball. I don’t feel more fit, sadly, but I do have a sore back! S really came to my rescue at 4am this morning. I was on the fold-out bed in the living room and after an hour and a half of being unable to get him to settle for more than a few minutes at a time, I felt pretty awful. I had run out of ideas, and for a few minutes, I just watched him cry. Then I heaved myself up and fed him (again!), at which point S stumbled out of our bedroom. She then settled him for the next 8 hours, only returning him for feeds. She is a seven-months-pregnant-superwoman. I would be non compos mentis without her.
Here is our gorgeous spotty beast this morning, being perfectly one month old.
our little twinkle was a spotty beast at one month old too… they come through it
Comment by J-Le — August 21, 2007 @ 7:07 am
You know they are made so absolutely gorgeous, so it impossible for you to not love them - despite their attempts to send you insane!
Comment by Louise — August 21, 2007 @ 7:40 pm