We appear to have survived the first four months. And by 'we' I mean all 4 of us. Neither myself nor goldengrove
have gone mad, and we haven't accidentally fed Hamish to wild bears and bjj_moves
hasn't killed us all and fled the country.
I am no longer allowed to smile at Hamish when he feeds. Because he smiles back, and milk goes everywhere. This is equally as funny as getting people to drunkenly gargle the alphabet so its a real effort to restrain myself from doing it to him, however the threat of extreme violence from goldengrove
usually does the trick.
Hamish is getting more and more control over his body. He sits up and plays for longer periods of time, and will stare at his hand intently for minutes at time. Its like living with a stoner, I swear. He has a variety of noises that he makes, and they are no longer limited to expressions of annoyance.. although they all evolve into such in fairly short order if he's tired. I heard him laugh the other day along with a smile, although it was early in the morning and I don't remember what at. Probably me making stupid faces at him. He can grab at things and drag them back toward his mouth for a good mauling and licking, unless he forgets what he was doing half way and drops them. He can hold his head up for a minute or so and look around, but at the end of that he seems to almost always look down and then his head rolls forward and we end up with echidna-baby all rolled up on himself. He doesn't show a lot of inclination to raise his head when left on his front - he just drags his hand up and eats it until we give up and lift him up again.
We're getting better at spotting the signals for tiredness before it becomes screaming, but he is yet to master falling asleep anywhere other than on the breast or in someone's arms, and very occasionally in the car. I would dearly love for him to learn he can drift off in the bouncer or pram, but it doesn't seem to happen. I am very happy about the fact that he sleeps through the night tho, and goldengrove
gave us a rattle snake toy that wraps nicely around his arm and makes noises when he thrashes aimlessly. I feel vague bad about teaching him that snakes are fun; it doesn't seem like an evolutionary advantage when living in Australia. But it does keep him entertained for about 15 minutes at a time, and apparently tastes delicious.
He was a bit of a wriggler on NYE, so he didn't get to say hi to too many people before he headed off to grandmas with mum, but he was good and slept through the night at the unfamiliar place.
I am toying with only making updates monthly now - I feel like I'm repeating myself a bit when its weekly, and he's also reached a point where I say "he's 4 months old" rather than "15 weeks". I'll see how I go :)The cute, it burrrrns