So Bobs (oliver) is 3 months old thursday, jesus christ where has that time gone. Ive been waiting for that "parent" moment, the time when you realise you're a dad. I mean I know I'm a dad but for the first, very tough, few weeks/ month, all he did was sleep, scream, try to gooseberry fool, scream some more and battle to try and get him to burp. Below, was my "moment"
Anyway we've been starting to try and teach Oliver to start going to sleep at night on his own and I was giving him his bottle as I do for bedtime, he was still awake when i put him down, which normally means a fun hour of rocking him, instead he turned onto his side sucked I put his dummy in, he grabbed my finger and went to sleep, on his own, I actually welled up at that point
Is that weird.
He is strawberry floating awesome now, I talk to him and he talks back, in baby language of course, but he always smiles, is never grumpy, and makes some of the cutest noises Ive ever heard.
I've turned into a right soft strawberry floater, I bloody love the little midget