I recently blogged at Emma’s Diary about how little time I have to record Little Pea’s progress, compared to when The Princess was the same age.
Tonight I find myself with a spare half hour, so I’m taking this opportunity to write about Little Pea at eleven weeks old.
He is still as laid back as he ever was, but now he is more alert and interacting with people. He squeals and squeaks and shouts, he smiles and grins, and follows people and voices around the room with his huge blue eyes. He sleeps a lot more and with a lot less persuasion than The Princess did, which is really nice for The Boyfriend and I as sleep has been a contentious issue for the past couple of years. A car journey is guaranteed to get Little Pea to sleep in seconds, even if he is crying. This makes travelling anywhere rather stress-free.
Little Pea’s strength is amazing. He is finding his feet and straightening his legs at every opportunity; his head and neck control are fantastic and his back is straight and strong. I think he might be an early walker. His daddy was walking at eight and a half months, allegedly…..
Breastfeeding is still going really well, except that Lord Pea has decided that he doesn’t always want the hassle of having to be brought up to the breast and would rather have his food brought to him. I have recently found myself in positions that would make any Yogi proud in an attempt to feed Little Pea without having to move him from his comfortable, settled position. His tea tonight culminated in me getting my skyward arse smacked by The Boyfriend as it was “just too tempting”, apparently. I’m hoping this phase doesn’t last too long as I’m not sure my exercise-deprived body will hold out much longer. I can also hear the Gina Fords and Jo Frosts of the world tutting and muttering about making a rod for my own back and how parents should be in charge of the children not the other way round.
At eleven weeks, Little Pea is just an absolute beauty. It’s strange that personalities can come through so strongly in babies, especially given that they can’t fully communicate and engage yet, but they do, and Little Pea already feels like a calm, relaxed, happy boy.
And as I’m writing this, I can hear him crying for food. My half hour is up, and I’m off to perform the Lizard while Little Pea sits comfortably in his chair.