Time seems to evaporate around babies, I think there's some sort of distortion field. I keep sitting down to post something on Monday, but its somehow Thursday again. And that's after I took a day off to get some housework done, visit geekweevil
, visit goldengrove
's sister for tai chi and dinner... er, at least we're busy I guess :)
We continue to try to find new ways to settle Hamish. Bizarrely, carrying him outside works - he stares at the sky, at random plants, and so on. Go back inside, screaming. Back outside, silence. Taking him outside in the pram just gets icecream on him, but that might not be a causal relationship. He's started making noises that aren't slurping or screaming, which can be hilarious when its mid complaint - "waah waaah waaah oooo waah waah".
Hamish has got to visit all sorts of places in the last week or so - the paediatrist (fuck you, doctor who was 1.5hrs late for a 10.45am appoint, fuck you in the neck), Ainsley's baby shower, goldengrove
's first mum's group, and over to the Cath & Morgan's last night - so we're getting really good at loading him (and the pram) in and out of the car. This is probably a good thing, as we're looking at taking him up to Barham (NSW, near Kerang, past Echuca) in early December to visit his greatgrandparents.
He's still at the screaming meat stage really - his eyes seem to focus on us sometimes, but its really hard to tell if that's just random or actual looking. A few folks have said that babies tend to smile at you sometime between 6 and 12 weeks, but that might be a developmental thing rather than environmental - if so, we have to count from when he was meant to be born, rather from his actual birthday, putting us about 4 weeks behind. I got to play with Calum (Hamish's 2yo cousin) a bit last night, which was fun, and reminded me that the meat stage is just something to be worked through before getting the kid stage.
Been a bit slack with photos, will see this weekend...