As the weekend came and went Mr H turned ten months. Ten whole months. He has now been here longer than I was pregnant for, and we will, all too quickly, be celebrating his first birthday.
On Easter Monday he started moving – not quite a crawl and not quite a bum shuffle. He is now, just over a week later, moving much more quickly and trying to pull himself up. He is into everything and I feel I spend my days reminding the older two that they need to lift some of their toys that Mr H will simply just eat it! I forgot how tiring this stage is. I know it won’t be long until I find him crawling off up the stairs.
H is such an easy baby. He causes very little fuss and it’s easy to ‘forget’ he’s there. He is brilliant at entertaining himself and loves to transfer items from box to box and post things through gaps. He has a collection of blocks and the such and he loves to place them inside his stacking cups. This week I got the megabloks out and it was lovely to see him sat there in the middle of it all playing with his older siblings.
This last ten days or so he has been under the weather. Mr D has chicken pox and I wonder whether Mr H is going to be next with that. He’s thoroughly miserable whatever it is that is upsetting him, and I hope we soon have our happy, cheerful baby back. I hope that if he does get chicken pox, he gets an easy dose of it.
Being baby number three inevitably means that he has missed out on some of the experiences that Mr D and Miss E had; the music groups and playgroups that they so enjoyed but that they’re too old for now. The flip side, of course, is that he has an endless source of entertainment and he adores watching his older siblings play and often shouts at them if they forget him for too long. We spend much more time outside than I ever recall doing when Miss E was small, and he watches with fascination the ducks on our walks around the lake and loves to shout after his siblings as they run ahead. He is happy in the pushchair or on my back; and I can feel him swinging around to try to see what is going on – unlike the older two though he is fascianted with my hair and loves nothing more than pulling at it!
He is beginning to copy and say more words now; dada, mama, no no, ta – all simple words but words none the less. He is also loving his food and he will make it known what he wants to eat if we pass the wrong thing to him. Usually by throwing it over the side of his highchair. He loves baked beans and if he spots them on his plate it’s the first thing he will eat. There isn’t much he won’t eat; the only things I can think so far that he hasn’t liked are cauliflower and broccolli. He loves kiwi fruit and strawberries, and whilst he does enjoy banana it seems to give him a bit of a tummy ache. He still has eight teeth ; four at the top and four at the bottom. I was positive that there were more coming through but they’ve yet to appear.
His sleep is, on the whole, pretty good, although he does end up in bed with us every night (all but two so far) but I don’t mind. He generally goes back to sleep pretty quickly (I’m ignoring the last week when he has struggled with this cold).
I wonder what he will be like in a year time, will he still be the happy and laid back little boy he is now? Will he hold his own with Mr D and Miss E?
He looks very much like Mr D did – and I wonder if he’ll continue to look so similar as he gets older. The main difference, at the moment, is that Mr H’s eyes are still blue (Mr D’s changed quite early on). I can look back at pictures of them both and I struggle to sometimes tell them apart. They really do look so similar.
The past ten months have gone by so quickly – he has slotted into our family so easily and I can’t imagine life without him here.