I've been having a nosey at my old blog entries, particularly ones i wrote when Maeva was a wee baby.
I was smitten with her.
I was a blabberring mama with her. I photographed her every move, her every turn, her every moment ...just about.
Now, I am absolutely guilty now.
My second child has hardly been written about, or photographed extensively.Heck, I am more determined to raise him within a set routine and less worried about marvelloing at his 'firsts'.
I am being such a callous nonchalant parent.For this reason, let me retrace my steps and drool over him developments, (so i can feel better about meself hah).
My beautiful baby boy is now 15 weeks old, to be absolutely exact.(3 months, 3 weeks:)
He is so much fun tochat with because he lights up with glee, he smiles so graciously, and even turns his head when the joke is funnier than usual.
He continues to grow longer (taller), making Gui wonder if this is his child because he is tops the charts in height.
Sebastien Tuifiti is a happy chappy and loves being entertained.
He hates tummy time but i still do it daily as it is great for his coordination and eve better for clearing the boogers from his nose. double deal, yay!...oh, and it wears him out, so he sleeps faster and sounder.
Yesterday, I did an epic cleanup of Maeva's room, i cleaned, vacuumed, moved furniture and wiped the walls. I even wiped the back of the cupboards and dismantled the cot, reassembled it in the guest room, and then assembled the bed we bought for Maeva from Ali's neighbour. $50 - what a steal.Then I proceeded to decorate her room, biff the toys she doesn't play with, sorted out the books.
Needless to say, by 4pm, I WAS KNACKERED.
But her room is finally a stunnin haven for a wannabe princessa who loves to read, play with barbies and amuse her pretend friends. If i shoudl say so myself, she is bloody lucky to have me as a mom....a Bob the builder kind of mom.
..Maeva, you better be the Prime Minister in future or be a highly paid top model....maes my back breaking effort well worth it! haha...no pressure!
k, back to the fecking dissertation.
