Twelve weeks

In just a few hours time George will have been on this earth for twelve whole weeks. I can't believe it. With every passing week this loud shrieky siren goes off in my head blasting me with the news: "X WEEKS, X WEEKS, X WEEKS".
It's such a terrifying sound I'm can only guess that it's trying to shock me into a state of suspended animation, something it is sadly failing to do.

Already I feel like George isn't a little baby anymore. He wears proper clothes (though not much this week as the current heat wave is ensuring plenty of naked time for my smooth bottomed lad). He has doubled in size (as proven by the health visitors scales). He can follow you with his eyes, has some control over his arms and legs and cannot stop stuffing his whole fist into his mouth (ahh teething how I've missed you).
George likes having little gurgling conversations where we mimic each other for a good twenty minutes or so a couple time each day. Sure we're not putting the world to rights or anything so grand but I mimic his gurgles and coos and we generally make noises at each other. After that he's bored of my chat and moves on to more feeding / sleeping / fist eating but there's something magical knowing these are my first conversations with my littlest fella. (And the quality isn't that far off my chats with Mark if Friday night's drunken fun is anything to go by.)
He's got better with his activity gym and will happily lie under it kicking the different dangling toys about. He's also started moving himself - nothing do dramatic as rolling but his legs are strong and he pushed himself about so whenever I leave him to put the kettle on / pop to the loo... he's always facing a different wag when I return.

I thought having two children would be tough and yes it is but the overwhelming feeling I've had for the past week or so is of pure, unadulterated joy. Obviously the arrival of summer, and what a glorious summer it is proving to be, has put an extra spring in my step. But as I break through the brain fog of the first three months I'm just feeling utterly blessed. George highlights how brilliant being a mum is. Sometimes the combination of work and toddler demands can skew ones perspective and having a new baby, having my priorities shift, having the space to focus so much on my family and being blessed with such a good family - and a little shout out for George here as I don't give him half as much credit as I should for his well behaved he is, has put a real smile on my face. For me this is true happiness and I feel very content and complete.

Time is movng far too fast but if that's my only complaint after twelve weeks then I think I must be one of the truely lucky ones out there.