5 Months

JM, Honey Bunny, today you are 5 whole months old. I thought your brother's early months whizzed by, but my God you are going through yours at breakneck speed. Slow down baby boy, what is your hurry? I can't even report about anything new you may have done this month. It has gone in the blink of an eye.

You still aren't too fond of tummy time but neither was your brother and he did all the physical things that are expected of you wee people on time or before so I am not overly concerned. You are a flailing ball of limbs when you have floor time Bunny, and it is so cute. It's usually in response to seeing me - you can't contain your excitement. Let me tell you my gorgeous little boy, it makes your Mum's heart miss a beat. When things get a bit too much I remember I am loved by the two sweetest little human beings on this earth. A love that is returned back to you both one million times more.

Unfortunately your big brother, while still adoring you, has also taken to tiny snippets of jealousy. I think your Dad being away has hightened this streak. I am so sorry munchkin - please know your brother loves you it's just that he is so incredibly little himself and hasn't quite yet learned to control his emotions.

There is something undeniably sweet about you JM. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I sense that you are going to do something really great with your life. Perhaps it is just proud parent bias.

As you already know the milk factory closed down a couple of months ago. We both gave it our best Darling. I just want you to know that I tried so very hard to get it to work out for us but it just wasn't to be. I am sorry.

I love you Bunny. xoxoxoxo

Mr Pants-less

Mr Pants left for America on Saturday to attend a conference and present a paper. He'll be back on Sunday. My dear Mum has moved in to keep me company and help out. We are all missing him (but I have to admit that it's lovely to have the toilet seat permanently down, especially in the middle of the night.)

JA has been on automatic whinge mode almost constantly since his Dad left. He is sticking to me like a barnacle, constantly wanting hugs and reassurance. Poor little man! I am divided by wanting to take care of him and make sure his is as OK as possible and wanting to be able to stratch my nose uninhibited. I am also feeling really disgusting. I've had a bad cough/cold for over a week that has now turned into a sore throat and an ear infection. When both of the boys are requiring attention it is so difficult. Praise all the angels in heaven that Mum is here. Who knows how I'd cope without her. The woman deserves many medals.

Off to cough my lungs up.

21 Months

Today Mr Poops you are 21 months old. Yes, that's right 21 whole months. Pretty soon you'll be asking for the car keys and telling us to sod off!

Unfortunately, you are spending your monthly birthday feeling pretty sick with a bad cough and cold. One you've have also shared with your Mummy and baby brother. Your poor little nose is getting red from all the nose wiping because you are now officially a snot factory. A good night's sleep is alluding you as a coughing fit takes hold. You poor, sweet chicken. You and I make a good chorus in the middle of the night don't we?

You've certainly been imposing your will onto us and challenging us at every turn. Nothing escapes your notice and you grab everything within your reach despite our best efforts to remove things. You use one of your toys as a makeshift step ladder in order to achieve this. The person who built this house orginally obviously didn't intend to have little people living in it as the door handles are quite low and you are able to reach these standing on your toes. You especially love to go into the room your little brother is napping in. Darling boy, you are exhausting me!

Yesterday your Daddy left in a big metal bird all the way to America for a conference for work. We are all going to miss him terribly, but especially you I suspect. You love your Daddy more than anyone else on this planet so I am sure his not being here will cause you some concern. Don't worry, he'll be home in a week and we have Nana here (my Mummy) to help out and keep us company.

You are still out little chatterbox. I especially love it when you say bottles or bubbles. You pronounce them bott-uwles/bubb-uwles. So very, very cute!

Well I have to go because brutha wants me.

Loads of love to you JA woo! Cuddles your Mummy.