Five months has certainly snuck up on me marking as it is the last month where we will be an isolated family of five. We move in two weeks back closer to our family and to our insular little irrigated oasis. I’m so glad that we won’t be raising you in this city, the past weeks have made me so sure we are doing the right thing.
As always there are was our obligatory photo shoot today, you did not wish to smile. Stern Eve face today, even as I hear you giggling and screeching at papa.
As predicted your feet have met your mouth but have not been of as much interest to you as biting everything in sight with your lone razor sharp peg. I’m grateful that so far you’ve only bitten me once when feeding.
You roll and squirm and move all over the place with some speed, and while you’ve gotten your tummy off the ground I’m quite grateful crawling still hasn’t happened.
Your favourite toy is Norm I suspect because he is just the right size to stuff in to your mouth.
Things has been pretty strange this month, there has been the rush to get Christmas sorted and the realisation that I can’t put the tree up until days before Christmas. It’s been a bit of limbo amid the cardboard boxes and cleaning out. But as always even when events make me question the world, watching you and your siblings makes me feel so very privileged. Our little family would not be the same without that smile or those sparkling eyes.