Another new milestone in the life of my tiny boys!
In the last week, Cosmo has learnt to wave!! Initially it was probably just a fluke but, following my prolific praise, he quickly realised that there was a link between him, waving his little arm around and having his mama nearly prolapse with excitement and pride. We shout ‘waving!’ at him and he pumps his little arm up and down; it is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
Only equalled by his brother’s first wave yesterday afternoon!
I pulled up at a friend’s house and she came to help me unload the boot of all of their kit (travelling light is not an option these days and it often looks as though I’m going away for a whole weekend, rather than an afternoon out).
Upon opening the hatch, both babies could see us — as they’re still rear-facing — and she waved ‘hello’ at them. This prompted a furious arm-waving from The Cosmonaut, followed by the same from Bertie! We both fell about at how sweet they both looked and I told her that this was the first time I’d ever seen Bert wave back at anyone.
My friend — who happens to be Cosmo’s godmummy — was very impressed and went on to say that her boys hadn’t begun waving at such a young age. Regardless or not of whether that is true, to say I felt proud was an understatement! :)
The thought stuck me, as I was driving back home, that if my tiny sons are now waving hello, it won’t be very long at all that we will be waving goodbye to babyhood.
Once they start learning the little things — all of these magical ‘firsts’ — it will begin to escalate and, before we know it, their little brains will be full of understanding and new tricks.
There’s a part of me that feels a little bit sad about it. Almost as though I’m going to have to say goodbye to my babies… but equally there’s another part that is excited and humbled to have been given the opportunity to see these tiny little boys grow into men.
What a fantastic privilege.
Hello to a very bright future :)
I have been taking a photo of the babies on the 13th of each month, since they arrived. Unbelievably, that was 10 months ago today!! 10 months ago, my boy and I were in the hospital and our precious sons … Continue reading
Amazing what a difference a few weeks can make.
Shortly after they were born, I was convinced I had the Twinkle’s personalities totally pegged.
And they have been pretty true to form for the last 9 months. But in the last few weeks, I have seen a gentle shift…
Historically, Cosmo has been the loud, volatile one. A bit like his mama.
Whilst Bertie has been fairly quiet and passive. A bit like his daddy.
Except for the ‘quiet’ bit maybe.
But this week, I have literally seen a GIANT swing in personalities — almost like the film ‘Freaky Friday’.
Cosmo still looks like Cosmo but is SO gentle and sweet it’s almost like he’s been possessed by an angel. He gazes at me, for ages, with huge, dark, limpid eyes and strokes my face with such a soft touch. Don’t get me wrong, there are still elements of the ‘old’ Cosmonaut; he’s STILL a little bit
a lot vocal and volatile, but that has been tempered by a really, sweet-natured little personality that’s begun to emerge.
WOW. Probably the most surprising transformation!! My sweet, gentle boy has suddenly found his inner lion!!! He is VERY vocal (albeit in a growlier, lower pitched voice than his brother) and absolutely kamikaze too. He will climb on/over/through anything in his way. This includes his twin/me/the cat/toys… and consequently he is covered in bruises (mostly on his head, as he tend to lead with this). He doesn’t seem to care either! If he hurts himself, he rarely cries, he just laughs. It’s a real eyeopener, I tell you. Shades of what’s to come possibly?!
He is quite aggressive too… if there’s something that’s not to his liking he will throw a tantrum; and if the object of his annoyance is in striking distance, he will bash it! Usually it’s my face — which isn’t so nice — but I’ve also seen him take a swipe at Cosmo, his toys, the sofa… it’s almost as though he’s been storing up all of the aggression — caused by things that have irritated (can babies get irritated?) him over the last 9 months — and is now letting rip! At first, I thought he was having a bad day and put this new aggression down to teething (after all, doesn’t everything seem to boil down to teething?). But as the weeks have gone on, it’s escalated. Cosmo was always quick to show his displeasure — usually by emitting a noise that only dogs (and dolphins) can hear — but has never appeared to be physically aggressive. But Bertie is very physical in showing his annoyance. Is this a phase?
One things for sure, as they get older, I am going to be surrounded by testosterone!! A lone woman in a houseful of men. Blimey.
Having said that, one woman — when she is hormonal — is enough. I am
almost glad that I don’t share my house with any other girls!
almost quite enough thank you :)
Bertie-Bean (and Bunny)
Well, that’s it. Christmas 2013 —and all it’s associated festivities— is finally over.
Our beautiful tree has been stripped of it’s baubles, lights and glitter and is now waiting, in all it’s naked glory, to be whisked away by the recycling men, tomorrow morning.
Each garland, bauble and sparkly adornment has been carefully packed away again and normality has resumed at Seymour House.
I feel very deflated.
Christmas is my very favourite time of year. I love the tradition, the sparkle, the food, the gluttony, the long, long days spent with friends and/or family, the crap TV, the great TV, the
relentless Christmas songs, the carols, the board games, the nostalgia, the excitement… I love it all.
And this Christmas, in particular, has been one of the best. Our tiny boys have added another facet to my love of the festive season and I have been in my element; watching their reactions to things their little eyes have never seen before. Without question, it will be one of the most memorable years ever, for me and my boy.
But, for now, all the glitter has gone and we have the greyness of January and February to keep us company until spring.
That said, this year I do have two funny little friends to entertain me and whilst I don’t have a tree festooned with lights and sparkle, I do have a truckload of gaudy plastic toys, that sing and talk, to liven up the place!
When you’ve waited a long time for something, you don’t seem to see the mess and chaos, when it finally arrives. You embrace the paraphernalia
clutter and revel in the noise and mayhem.
A bit like Christmas.
Our gorgeous tree, in all it’s glory!
Getting ready to take the decorations down in the cold light of day.
Halfway there… looking pretty bare now :(
Baubles and sparkles.
being a nuisance helping.
The 15 year old ‘nearly bald’ star garland – RIP
The naked tree. Avert your eyes.
Farewell, until next Christmas.