This week marked the first time where I started to feel sad at how quickly Puff is growing up – it won’t be long now, I think, and he will no longer stay where we put him… any day now, and he’ll be grown up and moving out of the house.
But perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself.
This week has seen Puff smiling more predictably.
In tummy time (where you let the baby try and move around on a mat), he’s started to work harder at holding his head up and trying to crawl.
We managed a trip all the way across town to Berowra for a great lunch with David and Nikki – it was even back into the ergo carrier for a walk around the streets.
Increasingly, when we have our night routine (bath, put all the bath things away, feed, bed), puff will sleep through for 6 or 7 hours. This has been a great relief for both mum and dad.
If you’re wanting to see Puff smile, one of the most likely places is the change table: there’s something about the routine that makes him break out in a grin (as long as he’s well enough rested).
Even though it says “3 months and up”, we’ve been trying out the playmat that kel’s workmates gave us. He’s still too young to like the toys too much, though he’ll track the movement as they bounce around.
He’s still wearing 000 clothes at the moment, but these fluffy pants are 00: there’s a certain amount of convenience to this pair of clothes that keep his feet warm.
And the firsts for the week:
* first trip to Berowra
* first visit to mother’s group
* first nappy that leaked out on dad
* first time making it all the way through bible study (though there was a lot of complaining)
* first week sleeping through the night more often than not
* first day spent with longer daytime sleeps