Well its happened.At the ripe ole age of 2 months and one day, Master M has brought the biggest smile to his mothers face in weeks. (And theres been a helluva lot of smiles.)
Reason: he slept right through the night. Yup... put down at 10:45pm, not up till 6:45am, giving mum 8 hours of blissful slumber for the first time in over 8 weeks. Or at least near enough to 8 hours - a quicky dash about for some booby-pads in the wee small hours due to overfull and leaking milk cans put a mini-break in there. But we're counting it as a sleep through.
All this sleeping may well have something to do with the partyboy lifestyle he's been leading of late. Not content with taking mum off to his girlfriend Freya's "welcome to the world"/2 month-old party on Friday night, he insisted on raging again with mum on Saturday, this time at mum's friend Megan's 30th.
Dad, on the other hand, moped about all weekend with the first virus of the winter. (Boooo winter.) On the downside he was put on the quarantine couch away from Master M, though on the plusside this meant a weekend off nappy duty. (He reckons - and many may find this hard to believe - the downside far outweighs the plus: he wants to hold the boy.) The solution for mum... get herself a massage with friends of course, while the amazing great aunty Jill and uncle Ray took Master M for a walk on the one sweet promenade down St Kilda way.
Eight hours sleep and a massage. Nirvana.
The week also saw Master M's first brush with the workplace. After making yet another trip to the airport, Mistress P and Master M made a surprise visit to dads salt mine... just in time for a few chunks of Ms B's cherry ripe slice (Mmmmmmm chheeeerrry riiipe sliceeee...) and chocolate cake, courtesy of a colleagues farewell. (How good is that?) This meant that everyone was standing about and chatting and buzzing on a sugar high, and also meant that mid conversation a workmate leaned forward and announced to AB:"Shouldnt you recognise that sound by now?"
when the boy was brought through the door.
Its amazing how many people you've never had a chance to chat to in the workplace leap into deep and meaningfuls like long lost friends when you're holding your boy.
A feed and change was soon required, which necessitated our first visit to... the family room. This mythical place
actually did exist; and quite flash too. As AB started changing young Mike, Mistress P noted the pickel he'd be in if said son did the old wee-wee or ejectile poo trick onto dads workclobber just prior to an afternoon meeting, so slapped a bib on dad instead. All class.The other big highlight of the week was the 2 month check up. The vital stats:
- weight 5.40 kg (bit over 50th percentile)
- length 59 cm (75th percentile)
- head circumference 40cm
- posterior fontanelle closed
- anterior fontanelle open
Party boy chick magnet super model. Who likes a sleep. Thats our boy. Print this post
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