I’m absolutely besotted with little lad, he’s 9 months now and I still can’t believe he’s here and he’s ours, feel like I’m constantly kissing him. Just feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop so I have to squeeze it in while I can.
(He stopped breathing in my arms a few hours after he was born and I am definitely not over it).
It took us two months to manage to breastfeed, so my favourite time of day is his morning boob and contact nap
he feeds way less now and often wants to go off to play after, but for that morning one he’s dead snuggly. And for me I can bat away the stress of the to do list as I can kid myself I have the rest of the day.
Other favourite is the way he goes absolutely gaga for corn on the cob. Corn is life for him.
Least favourite is messy meal times and subsequent clean up. I feel like tea is the worst cos when it goes wrong it knocks onto the whole rest of the eve with a tired aggy kid.
And all pooey nappy changes as wrestling a clean crocodile is one thing, but a
crappy one is a whole different beast.
Also wouldn’t mind if he would sleep some of his naps on his own/didn’t need to hang off the boob all night every night, but it is what it is.