I stare at the McBaby a lot.
Sometimes I can't believe that he's mine.
But in the last couple of days, I've been searching his face looking for my baby.
Where did he go? Where did this boy come from?
Three things have made him seem much more grown up (and these are the same two things that have made him cry quite heartily)
We finally bought him a cot that fits him. MrM put it up and it looks fabulous and so welcoming. The McBaby disagreed and sobbed his heart out for 45 minutes when we put him in it.
I couldn't take it anymore and finally relented, allowing him back into our bed. That works out at about £5 per minute that we paid for the cot and the time he spent in it.
We bought the McBaby his first pair of real shoes. The lady in Clarks was so lovely and patient with him and acknowledging that it was a big moment, and surprisingly sentimental, she was very gentle and even took a photo of the boy in his new shoes. I thought he'd be thrilled, but he sobbed and sobbed and tried to rip them off his feet. Looking at the precious photo, you'd think we'd been torturing him, not spending £30 on his shoes.
The snow. It's been great watching the McBaby's face as he tries to comprehend the snow and his expressions as the snowflakes landed on his face. The reason I'm finding this a milestone is because people keep asking if this is his first experience of snow and the answer is that it is really because he was a few days old last time it happened and didn't appreciate it. A year!
So, treasure each moment. When you have a newborn, people tell you it soon passes. I knew it would and also knew that repeatedly telling people to treasure each moment is intensely annoying..