Thursday 22 September 2005

more than a handful

Dressing my little boy is like dressing a breakdancing octopus whose just had five pints of espresso. I am now adept at putting clothes on a baby who is upside down, flipflopping between his belly and his back, constantly grabbing at his willy (what is up with THAT?), rattling two small toys at once, and trying to chew on the nappy I've just removed. Not only can I change him at lightning speed, I can do the whole thing with one hand while the other tries to control flailing baby limbs. I have no idea how I'm going to be able to do this when he's a toddler without employing three other people to help out.

The lone toothy peg is rising up above the surface of Jack's gums, with the promise of a neighbour arriving soon. Jack's got another puffy bump next to his first tooth, so I assume #2 isn't far behind. On the most part, he's been okay. Thankfully, he's still the smiliest baby in town and is still sleeping through the night. In fact right now, he's slapping the floor and giggling like a loon. Ah, to be so easily entertained again.

We're off on our first family holiday tomorrow; I cannot wait. I know that Jack won't really understand what's going on, but I love the idea of taking him different places from an early age. We've got our plane tickets home for Christmas and we plan on going to California next year to introduce Jack to his American relatives. I've got a long list of places I want to take Jack in this country and the rest of Europe is just a short journey across the channel. Oooh and we have to go back to Cadbury World as our first visit was unsuccessful. For Jack's sake, obviously.

That's it from us until Tuesday. Adios amigos! And before we go - happy 7 month birthday, Jack-Jack. You never cease to amaze me and make me smile.

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