As we celebrate this special time and bow down in chocolate worship to our benevolent overlord, Emperor Bunny, I’ve had a chance to pause and reflect upon the new life on which I’ve embarked. Our beloved bundle of joy has rocketed past the three-month mark and continues to change and grow at an astonishing rate. In fact, he’s already grown out of a good many outfits, including three of my absolute favourites, which I very reluctantly packed away until they are needed again for a future sibling.
Indeed, the wunderkind has been hitting all sorts of milestones, becoming more aware of his surroundings, grabbing a hold of things, discovering his body and trying to talk. Not to mention laughing and smiling at blank spots on the wall and ceiling, having us thoroughly convinced that our apartment is haunted. And, perhaps most importantly, he’s started sleeping through the night, in his very own room no less. Naturally, the first time he did it we freaked out thinking that something was dreadfully wrong, but after a few days we were simply grateful for the unbroken sleep.
Undoubtedly, it has been a grand learning experience with several new skills being acquired. I’m proud to say that I’ve learnt how to do many a thing one-handed – get your minds out of the gutter – and even one-footed, as was the case the other day when I managed to be folding laundry and rocking him in his recliner at the same time. Who says men can’t multi-task?
There have, however, been some unexpected challenges, such as my husband dressing our child in mismatching outfits and then threatening to take photos and put them on social media purely to traumatise me – won’t someone think of the children? Then there is our son’s rather disturbing habit of occasionally brutally ending a daytime nap, going from a peaceful Sleeping Beauty to Screaming Beast in an instant, and for no discernible reason.
Thankfully, there are many moments that counteract the not-so-pleasant parts and fill my heart with joy. At present, the most treasured part of my day is morning – somewhat bizarre given I’ve never been a morning person in the slightest. After liberating a usually smiling infant from his baby prison cot, guarded by ferocious bears and rabbits, I strip him down and apply all his various skincare creams – shockingly, he has more than me – and we have a happy little conversation about the plans for the day, while I choose his next fabulous new outfit. Sheer bliss, I tell you.
Today, we kept with our time-honoured tradition of setting up Easter Egg Hunts for each other around the apartment. Of course, we both carried Nate around on our respective searches so that he knows exactly what to do next time.
Must away, Nate’s down for the night and the gym beckons after a day of gorging on chocolate.