When I shut my eyes and picture you, I see this face. My sweet smiling boy. You are growing so much. You are 38 days old. You roll straight to your back whenever I give you tummy time. You like me to look at you while you nurse, you wait until I look down at you before smiling and latching on. Sometimes you can’t latch at all because you’re too busy smiling. I feel guilty when I have you in my lap and I am distracted because whenever I look back down at you, you smile as though you haven’t seen me in years. You’re filling out daily and new rolls and creases appear in your soft sweet skin. You don’t like long trips in the car, crying to let us know you need to stare into our eyes again. You sleep all night tucked under my arm, waking only once for a feed. Your favourite place in the whole world is your wrap, you are worn at least 50% of the day (my back is starting to hurt chubba!). You smile in your sleep. You smell like milk. You stare right through me. You own my heart (a third anyway), I love you.
Yesterday a package came in the mail from Texas. One of our awesome mama friends Robin, had sent some sweet presents for Peach and Theo. Priya was delighted with her gifts, a dress and a harmonica. Errol and I showed her how to blow into the harmonica, both blowing on it ourselves and saying "Blooooooow" in that slow and somewhat high pitched voice parents seem to employ when teaching their kids new tricks. We gave up on getting her to blow through it after about 10 mins of trying to explain it in different ways “like a candle Priya” & “not sucking, BLoooooWING”, “Turn it back around, now bloooOOOW”. As it turns out, just like becoming ready to let a beanie go anywhere near her head, Peach was figuring this one out on her own. This morning I woke to a rather obnoxious blowing sound and the proudest face in the world.
I am so proud of Peach lately. I was worried about how Theo would affect her and she has really taken her new sibling in her stride, she is so good with him, so loving and caring. Very nearly everyday the first words I hear out of her mouth are a bright and happy ‘HI BOY!’ as she climbs over me, smiling ear to ear to settle in next to her brother. I watch as she cups his hand in hers, presses her nose on his cheeks and looks up at me, eyes twinkling, ‘My boy, my baby boy’. At the same time, I know it’s hard for her. She told her aunty Hailey that ‘baby naughty, baby no share mama’, oh my heart. Late at night while she’s asleep I bury my head in her freshly washed hair and wish there were two of me. How I can love them equally and so fiercely is beyond me, I just know it hurts some times.
I love both of their expressions in this photo. Theo’s is very typical of him, not quite sure what’s going on but content regardless. Priya’s is very cheeky as always. Peach has been telling me I don’t share her baby with her enough. “NO SHARE, my baby, down!” she says as she pats the couch next to her. I put her ‘baby boy’ next to her and she smiles, kisses him and then climbs over the back of the couch to play leaving Theo still a little confused about what’s going on but content regardless.
With inherited lips from dada and inherited dramatics from me, Peach is a champion pouter. When she is feeling sad she sits down and lets her bottom lip do it’s thing. Here she’s watching Toy Story on my phone.