We Heart Cooper..

Oh child.

Seriously, your father & I are utterly smitten. Never in our wildest dreams could we have imagined a more divine creature, a more noisy, cranky, adorable babe than you. You completely govern our every move. Our eyes are tired, gritty slits. Our teeth unbrushed. Your mother has worn the same damn dress for 4 days in a row, only eliminating her bra because face it, you don't give a hoot about unsupported breasts.
Like the finest German engineered clock you rouse every 3 hours & deliver a deafening bellow from your cot. You are famished. Never was there a hungrier baby. I stagger to the kitchen in the wee hours with you perched upon my shoulder. Your breath a chorus of precious rhythmic squeaks in my ear. You grow more alert with each passing minute. Blue eyes scan the ceiling, admiring every shadow. Window fixtures have you enraptured as do lamps & finger clicking. You detest bibs. And baths. And lotion rubbed into your exquisite cheeks. You shriek during nappy changes but adore pram rides...especially to the local grocery store. You suck furiously on your dummy while revering the mirrored dairy cabinet...and I never enjoyed the chilled aisle so much in my life.

..Wishes

I hope everybody had a "Beary Merry Christmas"

Monkey

...pssst..primate...there's only room for one small, soft, cute individual in this house & I got it covered.

Righto

I believe you, son.
I'm certain Mr Claus does too.
Rudolph, however may be skeptical.

Carols

I busted my husband singing Christmas Carols to Cooper. "On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....2 purple ducks...!"
Sounds more fun than 2 turtle doves, for sure!

Things I've Learnt...

1. You can't have too many bibs.
2. You can't have too many singlets.
3. You can be awake midnight-3am & still love 'em.

Due!

Happy due date, Cooper!
In retrospect, I'm glad he arrived early....I'm happier blogging than being in labour!
2 months old today. It's flown.

Smile

He makes a series of faces after his bottle. The sad lip. The tongue poke. The pursed lips. And my favourite, the little smile.

Oh

I have slipped into Motherville. I am wearing tracksuit pants, no make-up & baby vomit. I love it.
This afternoon I put Cooper into his cot for a nap, I turned on his little firefly night lights & cranked up his melody box...leaving him to drift off as he has been doing so nicely. About 30 minutes later I checked on him, the silence telling me he was sound asleep...only to discover him wide wake, laying there mesmerised by the lights & happily enjoying his own company. Sigh. What a good, well behaved little boy!