Spreading the love...and the vomit

I had cuddles with three different members of my extended family this morning.

And I managed to vomit on all three of them...as well as the floor. And a chair.

Oh yes, my reflux pain might be under control. But I've been upchucking with abandon!

Nevertheless, I had a nice time with my Great-Nana, Great-Aunty Pam, Mum's cousin Anna, and her two kids Ezra and Joash.

Anna is having a new baby in four weeks. I'm hoping it'll be a girl for me to play with.

Three Months

I'll be three months old tomorrow!

No one has any idea how much I weigh, so I can't give you any vital statistics.

That's because I'm so happy and content that there's been no need to plop me on a set of scales.

But given how quickly I'm growing out of my clothes, it's safe to assume I'm still at the top of the weight charts!

I continue to sleep well. I go to bed between 7 and 8 and wake up about twelve hours later. I have one night feed - usually sometime between 3 and 5am. It only takes me about 20 minutes to top-up my little tank and then I go straight back to sleep.

I don't like staying up any longer than an hour and a half after I've woken up in the morning. Then I'm back down for another three hours. I'm a bit less predictable in the afternoons, but I've been experimenting with a two hour sleep between about 2 and 6pm.

I'm not a huge fan of being rocked or patted to sleep. I prefer just to be fed and then put to bed, fully awake. I just chatter to myself before nodding off. Dad has complained that I don't often fall asleep on his chest like Noah did. But I've done it the last couple of days, just to make him happy.

I smile a lot. Especially at my big brother. He's pretty funny and he likes to make me smile. My very best smiles come out first thing in the morning. I don't even cry when I wake up. I just lie there and chatter and wait for someone to come and get me.

When I'm not asleep, I like to sit in my little chair and watch the world go by. Or I like to snuggle up to Mum in my sling.

I have beautiful blue eyes and I look good in pink.

Splish Splash

We have a new bath-the-baby regimen at our place.

The old regimen, which involved the whole family, was taking too long.

And that meant that we were often missing my bath because it took too long.

And that meant I was at risk of becoming a stinky baby!

So Mum took over the bath-the-baby duties; which of course means it's now become a fast and efficient operation.

But tonight I was having a great time in the bath. I kicked my legs and splashed my hands.

I was having such a good time that Mum let me stay in a little longer.

Sniffle

I have a cold.

Drat.

It's my second cold ever and it's not much fun.

Last night, Mum decided to try out my nifty new suction-the-snot-out-of-the-baby device.

It's a rubber bulb with a nozzle at one end. And it's about as fun as you'd imagine it to be.

I was not impressed and let Mum know I'd rather keep my snot, thanks very much.

I woke up twice in the night, for the first time in a very long time.

But I fed well and went straight back to sleep both times, despite all the sniffling and snuffling.

I'm a little trooper.

Cuddles

I am the youngest kid at our Playgroup.

I won't be for long; two new babies will join our ranks in a couple of months.

So I'm taking advantage of my youngest baby status by having lots of cuddles.

Today, I had three of the mums give me cuddles; my own Mum barely had to hold me at all!

I'm very happy to have other people cuddle me. I'm even happy to fall asleep on foreign shoulders!

Good Morning

I pull out my very best smiles first thing in the morning.

That's quite a clever strategy of mine, because it means everyone is keen to be the first to greet me when I wake up.

Usually, of course, it's Mum or Dad who get up to me.

But sometimes, it's my big brother.

This morning, he woke up first and padded down the hallway towards my room.

"I have to get my baby" he told Mum.

Dad's dress

Today was a special day for me and Dad.

For Dad, because it was Father's Day.

And for me, because I was dedicated at church today.

I wasn't the only baby being dedicated; there were actually seven of us.

But I think I was the only one wearing their Dad's dress!

It was the Christening gown his Grandma made for him a long, long time ago.

But everyone agreed it looked better on me.

I had my grandparents, honorary grandparents, a couple of great-grandparents and my Aunty Lyndall on hand to watch me.

Then we all gathered back at my house for lunch.

By now, though, I was very tired. So after a few photos and cuddles, I was happy to go to go to bed and snooze away the rest of the afternoon!