They Grow Up So Fast

Yesterday Spudly managed two remarkable things:

1. He is now over his birthweight. 4050 grams to be precise. The nurse reckons whatever we're doing we should continue with as its working a treat. Oh, except for the devouring of an entire block of chocolate on my own. As we discovered this morning, this leads to explosive and copious amounts of poo. Everywhere.

2. He rolled over by himself. He can't quite work out how to get back once he's on his tummy, but I'm amazed that he can get himself there in the first place. He just lies there, all scrinched up, rocking back and forth like he's trying to work out this crawling thing. Or maybe he's thinking "calm blue ocean...calm blue ocean".

Actually, come to think of it, he managed more than two remarkable things yesterday. He also had a bath without screaming. In fact, he seemed to really enjoy it. He also slept for three hours in the middle of the day. In his bed. On his own. Three hours. Sigh...

How d'you like his battle helmet hat? His great-grandma knitted it for him, along with a lovely matching 1950's style "pram set" that needs one of those enormous 19th century prams to go with it. Totally impractical but I love it for its kitsch value.