Seems like ages since I last wrote this. Work has kicked off in a big way and whenever I do get a moment, my computer is usually in Sam's room with him asleep. It's time we both had our own space. He is on the verge of crawling and a mobile baby plus expensive Mac, sound system and wires doesn't mix. I will have to move upstairs, the one room in the house that he hasn't got his stuff in yet.
He has been brilliant lately. Really amazing. He has been eating well, getting stronger all the time and dying to break free and explore. It is fantastic but in a strange kind of way, it makes me melancholy that he'll never be as reliant on us again. The world is far too exciting to sit around and watch it go by with your mum and dad.
The only problem has been that he is now teething and is clearly in pain. Last night, I was lying in bed last after unsuccessfully trying to calm him down and attempting to think of a fantastically simple invention that could both sooth him and make us millions in the process. As it was, I fell asleep and dreamt that Tony Soprano was trying to have me whacked with a man-sized cuddly toy.
Easter weekend was good. Much better than Christmas because we are in the groove with Sam now. On Friday we took him swimming at our local gym which he seemed to love and then to the Imperial War museum which was ace. He seemed to be into the new smells and sounds though in all fairness, was probably not quite as enthralled at the trench warfare exhibit as his dad was.
Surely one of the great things about having a kid is that you get to take them to places you might have gone as a kid and are secretly dying to go back to? The Science and Natural History museums, The London Dungeons, fun fairs, theme parks. I can't wait.
We ended up in Battersea park at the children's zoo which was cute, although just as we were about to leave and with a Siberian gale blowing in, Sam decided he would poo for Britain. Cue emergency changing in the back of the Mini involving some serious contortionist moves from mum and a resolution from dad to get that new car sorted sooner rather than later.
We spent the weekend with grandparents, Saturday in Ascot and Sunday in Oxford which was nice. My attempts at getting Sam to sit still for a photo though are becoming increasingly futile. He now reaches for the camera, presumably to eat it, as soon as I get it out. We have decided to try and get some professional photos done next weekend. I hope the photographer is a patient man.
