Hello Little Poogie,
YOU ARE SO CUTE.
Yes, I’m shouting. Cause you are the cutest baby on the planet. In my slightly, oh just slightly, biased opinion.
This is just a quick note to let you know that I haven’t been writing because I’ve been consumed by you. You take up all my day. It used to be just feeding and sleeping and washing and the like. But now that you are awake more and practising talking noises, its playing, reading books, talking practice, discussing politics etc. Well, I talk to you about politics. That conversation is a bit one-sided. Goo-goo ga-ga is more your style.
Anyway. I’m not sure what has happened, but in the last week or so something has definitely gone on with my hormones. They have kicked in with a big shebang once again and just made me fall totally head-over-heels in love with you. Crazily. Scarily. OMG if someone does anything to you I will tear them limb from limb with my bare hands – slightly psycho-ly.
Just so you know. This may well pass, but right now I’m all loved-up and you are the best. Even when you do large explosive foamy disgusting smelling poos that leak out all through your clothing, your wrap, into your carseat, and seep down through the holes into the car.
No, I don’t like cleaning it up, but I still love you!
p.s. you are 8 weeks and four days old today. And two months exactly tomorrow!