Banking memories

It's all my fault, I admit it. I wrote a blog post bemoaning the weather and how restrictive it can be. Well that was the least of it, the elements have proven that destruction is much more of a problem. We are lucky, we are safe, dry and warm. I feel so sorry for those who have suffered the loss of their homes and businesses. I promise never to moan about the weather again.

I was chatting to a friend, who is a mother of three, who was saying things about your little one you think you will remember forever soon slip to the back of your mind. As this blog is meant to be a diary of sorts I thought I would document some of what I love about my baby boy right now, aged a whole 4 months.

That face.

What else is there to say, just gorgeous.

Feeding time. Taking a moments break to stare up and smile at me, 'This meal is just amazing mummy.'

It's the best feeling in the whole world knowing I'm giving my baby everything he needs. I got off the a rocky start with breast feeding but so glad I persevered and would urge anyone else to stick with it and ask for help if you need to.

Fun in the bathroom.

Apparently there is nothing better than having your nappy off and having a kick around. I can happily leave Marcus on the changing mat whilst I potter around, listening to him gurgling away to himself. It only gets better when it's bath time. Marcus will kick and splash with so much vigour, it's like he's saved his energy for this moment in the day. I love it when he takes a break to stare at me and uses all his concentration to copy my face. Bless him.

Nap time. I try to be good and put him down for a nap in his cot but sometimes (by sometimes I mean at least once a day) I can't resist letting him sleep on me. He looks so content and I can't help but wonder how long we will have times like this together so I best make the most of it. That's my reasoning anyway!

Those eyes. Gorgeous long eyelashes just like daddy. More surprisingly stunning blue eyes, neither Barney or eye have blue eyes so he must take after his Grandad and Auntie Kate. Secretly I hope they won't change colour.

Concentrating, sucking and trying to grip. All at once and usually involving daddy's finger.

Having a glimpse into the future. Hanging out with daddy watching the rugby and learning the national anthem already. Makes my heart melt. But I've made them promise to let me join in beach cricket even though I know they will both get annoyed with me!

The magical mobile. It's bright, lurid plastic, has music and lights and whilst I'm all up for traditional and tasteful wooden toys, this wonderful contraption gives me time to brush my hair and make the bed.

To be honest I could go on and on and whilst I haven't specifically mentioned 'that smile' I think it is clear in the photos and really too beautiful for words. Of course we have grizzly times and moments of extremely frustrated crying, but I feel more relaxed about dealing with it now. I know he is a happy boy and a flash of that smile is enough to forgive anything.