I have been working like a dog for the last few weeks. Sam has been playing with all sorts of things. I can't believe how many new skills he seems to get every few days. Jo brought him a baby walker (wooden thing on wheels filled with little coloured blocks). He can lift himself onto his feet to push it along, albeit a bit unsteadily. He is also crawling around with ever increasing speed. Suddenly the house doesn't seem baby friendly at all. Turn your back and he's off. We've looked at the books and he appears to be a couple of months ahead of where he should be. His teeth are still causing him (and us) pain. It means he hasn't really slept through the night for a few weeks now. We are both feeling 'half there' wondering about in a bit of a daze. I have been getting through 12 hour work days on high dosages of caffeine which isn't really sustainable. I am off to New Zealand for a work thing next weekend for a week. Given my fear of flying, this is the everest of challenges and will either break the back of it for good or send me over the edge. The trip is one of those I agreed to months ago when there wasn't much on. Now of course, we couldn't be more busy, I don't feel I have spent enough time with Jo and Sam recently and it's too late to back out.
The way I am trying to look at it is perhaps I can use the flight to just pause for a second and catch my breath. There are so many demands being made on me at the moment from so many people, it kind of feels like the only way to escape is to get on a plane.....
Our joint social life is pretty non-existent. We have had to cancel going down to Devon with for a long weekend with some of Jo's friends today because Sam seems to have caught some sort of gastric stomach bug and is vomiting back up anything he takes down.
Poor little thing is still managing to raise a smile. He's amazing really. I am selfishly hoping neither Jo or I pick it up. It would be the last thing either of us needs this week.
Attached, some cool pics of Sammy.
