It's Anzac Day here in Australia. What is the point of a bank holiday on a Saturday?
Having a baby is probably somewhat like enlisting in the army during wartime. You really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into until it’s too late.
Once the war is in full swing, you may say to yourself ‘hey I really didn’t sign up for this’. But the voice in the back of your head says ‘oh yes you did’.
I guess that's where the analogy ends since parenthood doesn't normally involve being shot at. Unless you can count projectile vomit.
Now that Jack is nearly ten months I’ve stopped yearning for my old life – a place of spontaneity, beer and regular sex. What would we do every day?! Our lives are wrapped so completely around serving his royal whingiepops with groundhog-esque activities.
Here is a progress report on the little man:
Teeth: Six (two at the bottom and four on top)
Temperament: Happy albeit slightly clingy and whingey. Could be due to mild separation anxiety or teething. Or God only knows what.
Sleeping: Good!!! Has been known to sleep for ten hour stretches. Not every night but he is very quick to re-settle if he does wake up. Hallelujah and touch wood.
Favourite food: Oranges (just like daddy). Penne Bolognaise. Hmm, orange foods in general. Hope this isn't some weird OCD tendency.
Favourite book: Christmas Peekaboo!
Favourite toy: A mirror that plays tunes when you touch it. Has been known to kiss his reflection. Anything that is not a toy. Drawers are a particular favourite.
Motor skills: Crawling, pulling himself up to standing, waving, biting.
More photos from April here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=243817&id=855875421&l=3f80c8a25e
