My little Huckle must be going through a serious growth spurt at the moment. I seem to be spending a whole lot more time feeding, he's starving every two hours or so. He's also decided that daytime sleeps are over-rated & kicking & screaming are the new sleep. Thank goodness night sleeping is still in vogue, or I wouldn't have the coherency to write these words, or think, or cook dinner, or anything actually. I'd be a total zombie!
Today he gave in to the sleep fairies for a few naps. Neither of them longer than 45 minutes, but hey I'll take what I can get. He must have well & truly exhausted himself. Poor little fella, it must be hard when you're trying to be the biggest baby the world's ever seen.
After a feed, he's happy as larry. All smiles & giggles. He particularly likes the game where I play with his chin. So cute.
After a feed, he's happy as larry. All smiles & giggles. He particularly likes the game where I play with his chin. So cute.
He's such a funny little person. His favourite time to chat is on the change table. As soon as the pants are off, the chatter begins. It's so wonderful seeing how he changes everyday, watching him find his hands & then his hands finding his mouth. The way his eyes follow us around the room & listen to our voices. It really is magical.
Now that I've had Huckle, I really understand all the fuss about babies. I mean, I knew they were cute & wonderful... but this is just something else. I'm sure I'm not alone on this.
I hope your week is lovely where you are.








