Another month, more progress. Every now and then, as I write these updates for Noah, I get déjàvu. Of course I do! I’m doing it all over with my 2nd child. Some posts, such as this month’s, are a little more mundane than others frankly because there isn’t anything exciting in Noah’s progress. I continue to write because I know that one day, I will look back and appreciate these memories.
Actually, that’s not fair to say there isn’t anything exciting. To a new mum, I suppose the fact that your baby can move around in all fours (not exactly crawling but just getting more proficient in propelling himself forward) should be exciting enough. Last month, we saw the first signs of him doing so. This month, we can be sure to use the term, ‘crawling’ loosely. Let’s just say, if you left him on the floor unattended, it would be a BAD idea. He can move around, reach for the most dangerous things, most commonly electric sockets and iPhone cables, and lift himself up to standing wobbly against the coffee table.
The sleep is still hit and miss so nothing has changed much on that front.
He’s had a taste of adult food on a few occasions when his dad would sneak in a smidge of ice cream or dessert. This boy definitely takes after his father, not necessarily on the sweet tooth. I mean, his appetite(!), to be precise…
I haven’t weighed him yet but at a wild guess, he would be just over 10.5 kilos.
One highlight this month is that I took a trip down to Melbourne by myself with the two boys and I am somewhat proud to say that God carried us and got us there in one piece. We were so privileged to travel in the new business class seats on Qantas domestic which gave us individual cabin seats. I was so blessed to have a sleeping baby all throughout the 1.5 hour flight, it was just amazing! Well done, Noah!
Meanwhile, his older brother has grown to adore him. I can only foresee that Noah because the bossy boots in the family, overtaking his older brother’s throne. Seth adores his little brother so much it shines through his eyes. I’ve never seen such love before from a young 6 year old child. I often hear about household domestics between siblings. Perhaps I may be so blessed on that front to never have to deal with them? Wild wishing there but on this trajectory, I only have to worry about Noah bullying his older brother, I must say!