Hello George

On Wednesday life as we know it completely changed as we welcomed baby George into our lives. It's been three years since we had a newborn around. Last time the great challenges were negotiating broken sleep for the first time and worrying about whether or not staring at your newborn for seven hours a day was healthy love or dodgy obsession. This time we've got Al-bug to keep us on our toes. Our wonderful, demanding, cheeky, brilliant three year old who only last week was our cute little toddler.  Now, compared to George, is a loud, giant size ball of energy.
Juggling the hormonal changes of the last few days, trying to get through some of the jobs George's early arrival cut short, trying to get my head around the crazy story that was his birth and trying to remain a good mum to Alby and George, wife to Mark and owner to Percy has dented my newborn staring time somewhat but I'm pleased to report I'm still getting in a good quota of daily joys.
I love his noises. Alby used to him with every breath; I never had to worry about whether he was breathing or not as I could always hear it. George sometimes does that too - and is now as he sleeps on my chest. But he also squeaks his short, high pitched squeak which comes from nowhere and disappears instantly once or twice a day which always makes me smile.
I love how much he adores skin to skin. Face nuzzled into your chest, arm, tummy he likes to be as close up as possible.
I love his ugly bug ways. He has thick ears, a dimpled chin, long fingers and feet, skinny little arms and legs and a tongue that sometimes refuses to go in. I don't know where he gets these traits from. But he also has Alby's eyes and general look so that sometimes I feel like I'm calling him by the wrong name.
I love having him sleep on my chest. Alby used to love lying on my legs but with George it's as though he's pretending to still be in my belly.
I love how soft his hair and skin are. Who knew skin was made this soft? You can't stop admiring it.
I love how he tucks himself up. Knees bent, head nuzzle in, hands tucked up under his chin.
I love how the new born tucked up back bend that they do when you lift them out of a seat or off the floor. One big rigid curve.
I love how little he is. How calm he is. How gorgeous he is. Alby is one smitten big brother and I am one smitten mummy. Xx