Four months (and two days) old.

Hey Razz Boy

It’s hard to believe you’re four months old already!  Indeed, when the health visitor came this week, she brought a sippy cup for you and I said “but they’re for big babies!” and she looked at me sympathetically as if to say, “I know, but HE IS A BIG BABY NOW. GET USED TO IT!”

We’re trying the sippy cup anyway, in the hope that it might get you to take breast milk from something other than your Mummy Vee’s boobs. Your Mummy Vee loves you lots but sometimes it’s hard because she can’t leave the house without taking you with her because you need the boob. We’ve already been to work with her once, which was nice, but we hope sippy cup becomes your friend.

Right now you are playing on your gym with your nappy off, razzing to your heart’s content. It’s amazing how the same toys can provide hours of fun, but they do. I can’t wait until you’re 12 months old, though, because 12 month olds get the best toys. Then, you’re getting a garage, because Mummy Jay wants a garage. Hooray!

So, you’re rolling over from your front to your back regularly now, and about 2 minutes ago you did a genius back to front roll FOR THE FIRST TIME, to much applause. When you’re 16 and training to become an olympic gymnast, you are going to be so embarrassed at having stalker mummies who follow you to practise with cheerleading pom poms. Oh yes, you are. Ha.

For some reason, you only seem to be pooing in public places this week. On Tuesday you did a huge explody one for Mummy Vee in Marks and Spencers, and then you didn’t do ANY more poos until today, when I was pushing you around Sainsbury’s and I thought the old lady I’d just walked past had farted. No such luck. I had to carry you and your poop-filled clothing to the changing room, where much mopping ensued.

See what you did there? You turned me into one of those boring mummies who only talk about their kids’ poo. I’m even blogging about it!

Enough. You’re all razzed out.

Love you more each day,

Mummy Jay xxxx