So we are now three months old. It's supposed to also be your first Summer, but the English weather means that you have had a couple of summery days, that's the best we can offer!
Things that have occured over the last month - We had our first family day trip. We went to Donnington Valley Golf Club and Health Spa for the day to meet up with Uncle Perry and Aunty Chloe, and another of Dad's hockey mates, Will Sandersona and his girlfrien Sarah. In true Uncle Perry style, he gave us the wrong postcode of the resort, so instead we directed to a place called Grumpy Gits Gallery. Which I definitely was by the time we got there. We had a nice day in the end.
You also had your first set of immunisations, which was horrible. I knew I wouldn't be able to go through with taking you, so I made Nanny Jean play bad cop instead. You sobbed your little heart out, and I felt awful about it.
We also had some of those summery days I was taling about, and on one of them temperatures hit 33C. You didn't take it very well and it made me realise any exotic holidays over the next few years have definitely gone out of the window!
I also had to bite the bullet and leave you with somebody else for the whole day for the first time. Before you were born, a group of us bought tickets to the Wireless Music Festival, and at that time I never imagined it would be that difficult to let someone else look after you, but I have found it hard, and so far you had only been away from me for a few hours at most, and only with your dad or Nanny Jean. So before we left, I left the numbers of everyone going with us, in case Nan couldn't catch us on ours, and every hint and tip I could think of for you. Needless to day you were fine, which is more than could be said for your dad. He got so drunk that he disappeared from the festival for three hours, wandered round Central London for five hours, drew Euros out of a cashpoint and ended up home before any of us. I sincerely hope you're not a lightweight like your dad, otherwise I'm doubtful you'll be maintaining a steady relationship for too long!
Aunty Dawny also found out that she is having a baby boy, which we were both over the moon about. It means you'll have a little mate very similar in age, and Dawny is loving getting all of the clothes that you are growing out of!
We also had the Lambeth Country Show at Brockwell Park, which was your debut for most of the hockey fans. It was absolutely belting it down from morning to mid-afternoon, but then it brightened up nicely and you were passed from pillar to post and did your usual flirting with Chloe. Needless to say you loved it. It was also the first of many occasions when you and your dad did the whole matching outfit skit, courtesy of mum and some nifty internet shopping. Here's a pic of your dashing looks:
I've been very happy over the past month. You've turned into such a smiley baby and no matter how much whinging you might have done, you flash me this coy smile, and all is forgiven. I have been very tired, but I suppose that what happens when there's not been a single night in three months that hasn't been interrupted by your sweet self.
There's a few new things you have mastered in the last month. You are fully in control of your head now, which means you can sit up with support. We've bought you a chair that you sit in to help you in this, and you're not terribly keen on it, but if we prop you up on the sofa, you'll sit there watching the TV for a good long while. You're grabbing and holding things with your whole hand now, and your favourite toy seems to be a fabric tree that rustles when you squeeze it. That, and your fingers are in your mouth more than your dummy now. Talking has become one of your string points, and shouting at people is also a source of relief for you now. You definitely know what you're saying, it's just a shame we don't.
You've also outgrown your Moses basket. The fidgeting you are now capable of made me worried that you were going to topple it over, so I had Dad move your cot into our room and you've been sleeping in there for just over a week. You look tiny again in it, because it's a cot bed, which means you'll probably fit in it until you are eighteen if you take after Dad in the height stakes. We've also got you into a new routine, which you are following really well, until it's the night time feed at around seven, which you then go to bed after. You are NOT happy about going to bed, and really fight us, but I'm not giving in sucker!
You're still not sleeping through the night, but I'm debating starting to wean you within the next month, so we might see some difference with this. You're in no rush to move in certain respects, such as rolling over, but if you're kept still for very long you get very bored, so we're always having to entertain you. Which is okay right now, as you can just about still be lifted, but if you want entertainment in the near future, you'd better get going chunky!
I also had you weighed exactly on the day you turned three months, and you were 14 pounds 1 ounce, which means you have nicely put on weight and are growing steadily. Good lad.
Love Mum xxx
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