sausage dogs

grabbing.

This week he figured out how to grasp, making playtime much more fun (for us both).

(He was given this simple yet beautiful Japanese rattle. It's made completely from wood and makes a lovely sound, and is the perfect shape and size for tiny hands.)

cake.

I think I've officially got my mojo back, as I managed to make this out of some really scuzzy looking bananas.

This dude really makes it I think.

(Cake made possible thanks to Gus for finally doing some day naps)

the first 8 weeks.

(actually Gus is now 9 weeks but anyway)

This is the point I wanted to fast-forward to in the very early days - the point I'd been promised things would magically get better. Thankfully things improved much sooner than that. Every week my confidence grew, Gus slept better, cried less, and I loved him more and more. 

7 weeks ago I couldn't imagine nursing without several cushions and two helpers, or ever leaving the house. Now I do those things without a second thought. The feeding marathons have eased up thank goodness, and the good boy has even slept through the night a couple of times! Now I don't want to fast-forward at all, I get emotional putting away each outfit he has outgrown. Meanwhile Gus is more delicious every day and one day soon I shall have to eat him.

(Above is the poor possum recovering from his 8 week shots - he cried, I cried, the nurse looked unimpressed)

we're back!

I can hear Gus cracking it in the other room so it's going to be brief, but this is what's been happening:

• a lovely quiet Christmas during which Gus was an angel and I got to have lunch and dessert uninterrupted!
• 2 weeks at the beach resulting in a rather tanned baby, oops
• my first mother's group which I really enjoyed, looking forward to the next
• Gus turned 8 weeks old and no longer fits into most of his 000 clothes!
• Gus had his first pub lunch

Oh he's really cranked it up now, better go!!