“Little Pip” in the same way that Robin Hood’s Little John was a petite and diminutive man. Our boy is tall. We always knew it, just from holding him and trying to get him into babygros but as of his six week check up it’s official. Length-wise Pip is just a smidgen above the 98th centile. According to the charts that gives him a predicted final height of about 6’2″. With a 6’0″ mother and a 6’1″ father, if this boy stops at 6’2″ I’ll be amazed. And yet in the same breath I hold my tiny son in my arms and try to fathom what on earth it will feel like to one day be looking up at him as he towers above me. It’s a good job he’s going to grow slowly. Well slowly enough to give me time to get my head around it!
It also explained why he’s tracking the 91st weight centile quite nicely, and where he’s putting all that milk; it must be hollow legs!
Well apart from the milk that he ‘returns to sender’ that is! I’m still dairy-free because I think it makes a noticeable difference to how much milk he possets, but it doesn’t stop it completely, and that’s OK; he’s just got eyes bigger than his tummy, and very baby tummy muscles. Sooner or later his tummy will get that bit further away from his mouth and he and I might stop smelling slightly like cheese!
In the last couple of weeks we’ve had our 6 week check with the doctor and our Health Visitor came out for a home visit, just to see how we were doing and to be able to have a chat outside the busyness of baby clinic. We’re really lucky with both our GP and our Health Visitor team; they always take time doing their checks and just chatting away and it’s nice to feel like you have that support if I ever needed it if there were a problem with me or one of the children.
So aside from numerous visits and the booking of visits (vaccinations are coming soon poor boy), what have we been up to?
Well last weekend Pip, dressed in his finest babygro and cardie outfit, went to Kitty’s friend’s birthday party. He’s only a month younger than the birthday girl’s little sister and we had to laugh as he and little Miss E sat snuggly in their car seats in the corner of a village hall filled with sugar fuelled four year olds chasing balloons and doing justice to the enormous bouncy castle that loomed in one corner, and promptly slept through the whole thing.
Definite shades of the time H and I pulled out all the stops to take Kitty and a newborn Elma to the church’s nativity play only for them to crash asleep during the opening carol!
We’re definitely getting to that stage where he’s interested in more than just milk when he’s awake. The big sisters love to try to make him smile, and we’ve had a few plays in the jungle gym, assuming we can evict the aforementioned sisters first, and I think he enjoys it for a little while, looking from me to the butterflies and back again. It’s nice to have somewhere for him to lie out during the day and not be in immediate danger of being over-hugged too!
The girls are still enamoured of their baby brother; this is how I discovered by baby boy after I popped into the kitchen to refill the water glasses for lunch; Kitty had tucked her blankie over his legs but he’d kicked it off, and then she’d added her prized princesses for company; I’m not sure whether he’s smiling because I’ve come to rescue him or because he likes being snuggled up with Aurora, Rapunzel and Belle!
And if all the smiles and gurgles weren’t enough of a treat he also pulled out all the gift-giving stops this week and did a really big overnight sleep. I’m not expecting him to do it again with any kind of regularity any time soon but it was amazing to wake up and realise that I’d had a good six hours uninterrupted sleep. It’s funny how things change isn’t it – long gone are the days when six hours sleep would be a bit of a short night!
But for all the bags under the eyes, and occasionally feeling that I need to prop them open with matchsticks, I wouldn’t swap for the wide world.