Two Months, Exactly

I am already breaking my own rule about posting once a week. Curses! I am totally unreliable. My excuse is this: it's Seb's two month birthday. Cue singing of Happy Birthday song!

Seb has celebrated it by sleeping lots, waking only to eat as much as he can and lie around till he yawns, then goes to sleep again. Personally that is how I, too, would choose to celebrate a birthday, given the choice.

But I thought I should record, monthly, what he's like; because I know how easy it is to forget. So here goes: a Two Month message to Seb. This makes a lot more sense in the context of my long-term plan to make a baby book out of this blog, honest.

Dearest Sebby,

You are simply a delight. I couldn't have wished for, or even imagined, a better wee baby than you. You've slept through the night for nearly a week now, waking up between five thirty and seven thirty, and who can complain about that? Every night you go to sleep without a murmur, and even though your napping is becoming a bit more erratic during the day -- sometimes you sleep for two hours, sometimes it's only 45 minutes -- you're such a charmer when you're up that it's really not a problem.

You are just so full of smiles, from the moment when I walk in to your room in the morning, and there's your little head sticking out of your tight-tucked blankets, and you just grin, full on, crinkled eyes, the works. You don't require much entertaining yet; you just like to watch whatever's going on.

Once you've got up and fed, you're usually happier on your blanket or in your bouncer than you are being cuddled; you're an independent wee chap. You've been spending time out in the garden with Daddy, while he weeds and plants the vege garden, and every afternoon, weather permitting, you come out for a walk with me around Brightwater. Mostly you sleep through that, though. You still love your bath, and now Daddy helps you to lounge against the end of it, propped up almost to sitting. You also love having no pants on, which is our Go-To Cheerer-Upper in the evenings, when you're waiting for your bathtime and we're having our dinner. "Seb's getting grumpy!" "No worries, let's take his pants off."

Yes, this has resulted in the rug being Anointed. I won't go into details. More importantly, it makes you happy. And you make me happy too, little Seb. You and your sister and your daddy. Thank you, sweetheart, for the last two months.