It’s a little ironic, having a baby rather hampers one’s
ability to write about having a baby. So
let me try to catch you up.
S is now 3 months. This means that he is unable to keep
quiet, whether it is bellowing because he hasn’t been fed something for at
least 5 minutes, or chatting away to himself whilst admiring his reflection in
the mirror. I’ve told him that all this eating isn’t going to improve his
figure and that at the rate he is going he won’t be able to get close enough to
the mirror to admire anything. So far he
hasn’t listened to me, I suppose he’s starting as he means to go on.
Being 3 months also means he is beginning to giggle,
which is great, for the one person in the house who can actually get him to
make the magical noise. S’s attraction
to this person became evident very early on, he smiled and was generally very
cheerful with them from an early age whilst the rest of us were merely gurned
at until the little dictator had got what he wanted. And this connection has only grown.
