3 months in

It is now November, I am 3 months into being a mum-of-2.  It feels a little bit like a special club, no longer am I a new mum (of one) but a old-hat, been there, done it mum of two.  In some ways some of this feels like the first time round, as G is vastly different at this age to what J was.  While sometimes I feel I do James a dis-service when I reflect on his first few weeks with us, Pip does also pass comment on how different they are, so I feel a better that it's not just me!  I do pause to find it amazing that 2 people can create two babies that are so different.  I expected a difference as they are 2 individual people but to see a difference at such a young age has surprised me a little.
Sadly, my "do-lally" has made a return, in a much milder more anxiety based form, for which I have sought referral and am due some supportive treatment soon.  Something I am embracing and hope to be able to manage swiftly.  Pip has been a trouper with this and I feel that we are meeting it head on together this time.

The last 2 respective weekends have seen G turn 3 months and J turn 2.

Chub rolls...

My halloween bee

G is a chubby baby, unlike her brother, and is pretty chilled out, also unlike her brother, as long as she is kept dosed on infacol, if I slip up and don't dose her then she could then envy James on the grumpy level.  It has been great to be able to say this time "yes I am quite enjoying this", something I didn't feel last time and that's despite having the 2 of them.  Granted nipping to the loo is an experience that will never be quite the same again; talking to James all the time to ensure you have his attention and that he's not about to love (beat up) "Genway", while silently hoping you don't end up with an audience.

Smile!

James is now 2.  I've looked at him recently and thought "Wow I have a 2 year old".  In a passing comment to mum I then acknowledged that I'd gone and had another baby too, nutter!

We have enjoyed a weekend filled with Thomas the Tank Engine, balloons and gift wrap and James loved it, I'm not convinced he quite understood what was what and seemed quite bemused when we walked into his room singing Happy Birthday Saturday morning but once he saw a balloon and started unwrapping gifts he soon got into the swing of things.

This last year has seen him grow a proper head of hair, sadly he's not so keen on a haircut (as in, you'd think we were trying to chop off an arm) so he has had a few debatable shapes (commented on by Aunty Ali on a regular basis; "so, you've cut his hair again then" said with That tone...) trimmed in.
His vocabulary is incredible, to us anyway!, and it is such fun being able to communicate with him properly.  Some words still require a little translation mic-mic = biscuit, pa-per = cracker and "I love you" and "Where are you" seem a little inter-changeable too!  And who knew that being serenaded by "Baa-baa black sheep" (which undoubtably sounds like baa-baa bat sh*t at the moment) in the middle of the supermarket could raise so many smiles...

What an exceptional 2 years...