How quickly the time goes. Someone asked me today if we’d started planning for his 21st – it doesn’t seem so far off, even now.
This week, I spent four days at work, two days on a conference, and took today as a day of rec leave, so I haven’t spent as much time with puff as I would normally. I still managed at least a couple of baths, a lot of nappy changes, and a lot of settling him, so I don’t know that I’ve missed *too* much, but I had to check in with Kel for this week’s firsts.
This was also the last week where he’s had a live-in grandmother to help look after him. Kel and I will certainly miss all the help that the grandragon has been providing, though we’ve learned a lot about patience and settling from her. Hopefully the lessons will stick.
– first funeral
– first random breath test (he was crying when we had to stop the car, but the policeman said that puff’s crying was pretty quiet compared to his own kids)
– first trip to double bay (where the conference was)
– first trip to a baby-supplies shop (where he behaved himself perfectly)
– first visit to the physio (though only to keep mum company – he’s still a bit young