I think he’s growing…

I know that might sound like an obvious thing to say, but it’s true, as day-to-day, you don’t really notice him growing and changing so much.

The other night, I was looking back at some of the millions of photos of Jack and the countless video clips of him and he seemed all wrinkly and small when he was first born… all screwed up and tiny. His hands were a fraction of the size that they are now and they were a bit baggie with the skin. He had scratch marks on his face and even went a bit blotchy at times!

Now, his hands are bigger and fuller, making the skin on his still-tiny little hands tighter, but more normal-looking if that makes sense? His face seems like it has changed massively since he was born. His hair has changed colour from a dark brown/black to a fair/blonde. He weighs a lot more and fills the pram that he used to occupy just a corner of!

It feels strange to say and think all of this, as he has changed so very much in such a very short space of time, literally 157 days, but on the other hand it seems like he hasn’t changed at all! What I mean, is that it seems like he’s always been how he is now, but then looking back at photos even a couple of months ago, he looks like a different baby entirely. His head and face have changed shape totally.

It has it’s upsides though - He’s much more fun nowadays compared to when he was a new-born baby. Then, he used to just cry and poo all the time. Then he used to cry every night for a couple of hours solid. Then he didn’t really ‘do’ anything, apart from an occasionally gurgle.

Now, he’s different. Now, he giggles, laughs, looks longingly into your eyes with the sweetest of smiles… before gouging one out with sharp nails on the end of the hands that he’s getting good at aiming with.

He is eating semi-normal food too (pureed fruit), which makes a difference. In a way, it sort of separates him in my mind from when he was a ‘tiny’ baby to now being ‘just’ a baby.

He and I sort of ‘play-fight’ on our bed… He doesn’t mind being rolled over again and again as he makes his way across the length or width of the bed and back. He even manages to grab handfuls of my hair whilst I’m blowing raspberries on his neck making him giggle like a little girl. He seems to enjoy being lifted up in the air quickly and ‘caught’, even though he doesn’t actually leave my hands.

But he still saves his special smiles for his mum. Just fake smiles for me, real ones for his ma.