This is what happens when dada dresses his baby boy. Yes, he’s wearing socks as mittens and a singlet as a beanie. Dear dear Theo, I just pray I don’t die before you’re old enough to dress yourself because Lord have mercy on you and your sister if I do.
In other news it’s getting deliciously chilly and there is nothing nicer than using Theo as a water bottle. Ooo, he is so warm and cuddly my little bear. I told Errol that he wasn’t allowed to sleep next to Theo because he lacks the maternal instinct not to roll on him during the night but it’s secretly cause I am not sharing the bear with anyone!
There are these little moments, these little details you that notice when you’re with your kids that make you wish you could freeze time and savour it forever. And perhaps through photographs you can remember a little bit about how it was (at least I hope so, taking so darn many of them!) but I am a little scared that I won’t remember it exactly as it is, so painfully wonderful.
I am roaming the aisles with a whining toddler who only wants to sit in the trolley if she’s bribed with chips we’ve not yet paid for, a husband who is relying on me to remember everything we need to make all the meals this week and a baby boy who’s so delicious I can’t believe I am not sitting at home just staring in his eyes. I am feeling tired, impatient to get home, not like finishing shopping and perhaps even thinking about running away for the afternoon to sit by myself in a library. But there in the grocery chaos, I look over and see this. Well, this was a few seconds later when I grabbed my camera but what I saw is my Peach. My little sweet Peach sitting with her baby doll, arm tucked in behind her (cause she likes her dolls to be hugging her) and she’s patting the babies head and offering her a chip and then time stops for a moment as my heart swells and my body is filled with all those lovely mothering hormones and I wonder if I can always remember this moment, how happy she makes me, how delightful life with her is. How proud and fulfilled I am to be her mum.
This is his ‘this isn’t where I went to sleep, how did I get here face’. It’s one of the sweetest and slightly sad things he does. He falls asleep somewhere (like his carseat) and by the time he’s woken up he’s in a grocery store, or the beach or being held by someone he’s never met. It’s hard work keeping up with the world of adults. I am reminded to slow a little when I see this confused little face, reminded to hold him close and just be.
Today the Peach informed me (more like SCREECHED at me) that there would be no photo taking today. I had pulled out my camera while she was eating breakfast and was met with an outstretched palm that made me feel like the paparazzi. “NO HAMERA” she said as she stuffed her next bite in her mouth. Cheeks nearly exploding with food and cute I reluctantly obeyed and stashed the camera away.
Hoping she’d forgotten her ‘no hamera’ request I pulled the camera back out as the light was fading and we hadn’t yet snapped our photo of the day. Thankfully P was too engrossed in the very serious business of pouring the water from cup to cup to notice me peeping over the edge of the bath.
I am not sure what’s going on in this boys mouth but it seems like he just wants to nom on anything and everything. I can’t feel any teeth through his gums and it does seem a little early for cutting teeth but… if looks like a duck, swims like a duck and quacks like a duck… I guess we’ll see what happens.
For now I am just trying to survive him wanting to be on the boob literally ALL.NIGHT.LONG, gnawing at his hands, gnawing on my hands, gnawing on my hair, gumming Priya’s hands, gumming his wrap and anything nearby as if he hasn’t been fed for weeks. He’s still his happy Theo bear self, just a slightly more savage version.