Dear Isaac

Dear Isaac,

Next time you need to poo, could you not do it while your nappy is off? Today is not the first time I’ve hastily grabbed baby wipes and cleaned you up, trying to make sure nothing went on the carpet. Today IS however, the first time you’ve been faster than me.

Your sister would be proud.

Today for lunch you had: a small breastfeed, half a cup of mashed peas, a whole mashed pear and a slice of bread. You ate it all. You are slowly losing interest in milk-as-food, preferring instead to eat solids like the rest of us. Milk is a quick snack, grabbed between meals, or a mouthful here and there to satisfy thirst.

Except overnight of course. You drink more milk overnight than you do of a daytime. Thanks for that.

You’ve only had 2 naps in the last ten hours. Each of those naps were 20 minutes long. That’s not enough sleep. Not that I don’t love spending time with you, I do, truly. It’s just sometimes, quality is better than quantity. Tomorrow you can nap longer. I won’t mind, I promise.

That 10 minutes of non-stop giggles before? Awesome. The tired crash you’ve had since then? Not so awesome.

Your eczema has come back. I know, it sucks. We’re slathering you in cortisone cream and sorbolene, but until it starts to work, could you possibly refrain from scratching your eyes out? In the end you will be better for it. Eyes are handy things.

Your mobility is outstanding. You can’t crawl yet, but that doesn’t stop you wiggling all over the house. A quick note though, there is nothing interesting under the futon. You’ll just get stuck. Again.

You’re growing at a rate of knots. Clothes that swam on you yesterday are fitting perfectly today. I admit, this scares me a little. Soon you’ll be big and your head won’t smell nearly as good. I’ll cope though.

Oh and one last thing, if you could refrain from letting your joints click when I change your nappy/pick you up, that would be lovely. You have an appointment for an echo-cardiogram this week. It’s an Ehlers Danlos thing. I’m sure everything will be fine, but we’re just checking. Your sister will have to have one too. And me.

Anyway little man, I love you very much.

Love, Mummy.