Okay, so that’s a bit dramatic, and just to be clear we haven’t lost him.
I’ve been growing increasingly annoyed at the state of William’s room so have just spent the last hour or so ‘sorting’.
Shortly after we brought Wills home from the hospital we had a lot of visitors (none of which brought food, apart from my little sister, if people try to visit you without food, don’t let them in! I am serious; no food = NO ENTRY). Many came bearing gifts (of the non-edible variety) we had some beautiful clothes in size three to six months, I remember holding them up thinking ‘Shit! This is MASSIVE it’s never going to fit him!’
Well they did fit him, for about five minutes and now….
they are too small.
He’s growing so fast he’s eating solids, he’s sitting up, he does a sort of crawl (sort of) he giggles, turns when he hears his name, splashes in the bath, smiles and reaches out to other babies.
What seems like only five minutes ago, he ate and slept.
I’m not sure how I feel about this, I’m not used to being a mum yet. There are so many things I’m unsure of, I feel like I’ve gotten a job I wasn’t quite qualified for and soon people will start to notice that I have no bloody clue what I’m doing or what I should be doing. I feel everyone has something to say about how we parent, apparently paranoia is a big part of it. Nothing quite damages your self esteem like bringing up a human.
And nothing makes time go by so quickly. People told me to enjoy every second and although some seconds are far from enjoyable, they’re right.
And when time has left us older, wiser and saggier, and our little boy is all grown up and we are left with a gaping void to fill….. we’re getting a puppy.
In other news:
Captain has been stalking a spider that seems to be residing in the living room. The spider, being both superior in leg and brain power, has continued to outsmart him.
Marms is still seen only fleetingly.
I’ve just completed my first week back at work.