15 weeks and 15 pounds!

Claire took Jack to the weighing station again today, and he’s now measuring 15 pounds and 3 ounces!

He’s also 15 weeks old this week, which is crazy in itself!

He’s getting funnier and funnier to be around and he’s really focusing his attention on us, particularly with Claire, and is reacting to things that you do.

Jack has also had two nights where he’s not screamed the house down too! Amazing I know, and it’s a bit of a relief to see that he can have at least a couple of evenings without another war ripping out. He’s been sleeping well once he’s quietened down, but the last couple of nights he has been happy through into the evening and has even been going to be before he’s fast asleep and has been getting to sleep by himself.

Having said that, I am also having to actually wake him up in the morning so that we can all get up and ready before I leave for work in the morning. Our routine seems to go a little like this…

• 05:50 Claire wakes up and subsequently wakes Brett up whilst trying to be quiet.
• 05:50 Claire gets up out of bed to go downstairs to start expressing booby-juice for Jack.
• 06:10 Brett has been laying in bed for 20 minutes trying to work out what day it is.
• 06:10 Brett gets up and goes straight in to get Jack up.
• 06:15 Brett tries to change Jack’s dirty nappy, but Jack usually has other plans, including kicking his legs as though he’s on a marathon.
• 06:30 Brett brings Jack downstairs to the lounge where Claire is usually finished pumping by now, and has transplanted the milk into a baby bottle for Jack.
• 06:45 Jack has finished his milk by now and has a few minutes to chill-out and try to stop him from chucking it all up again (which he’s done a few times recently)

From here on, Claire is on-duty with Jack, leaving me to get ready for work. Usually, I manage to leave on time, normally with Claire and Jack in the kitchen, him being in his bouncy chair running and kicking away sporting a great big smile on his face.

During the last few minutes before I leave to go to work, I can hear Claire singing some very random songs and nursery rhymes to Jack – so much so, I ended up having the words to ‘Row, row, row your boat…’ firmly fixed in my head again for the whole day, the other day. (Including the extra verses that Claire has made up too…)