Yesterday morning my new baby nephew Jonjo was born. When I woke up the sun was beaming and it was a gorgeous balmy summers day...what a fantastic day to enter the world. There is nothing more magical than bringing home a new baby. As my babies get older I appreciate so much more how precious that time is when they are tiny and as the hazey cloud of it all is lifting now Felix is 18 months I occasionally think back to those evening cuddles and middle of the night feeds, when all the noise of the day has gone and it is me and this tiny little person.
So when Felix woke at stupid o'clock the other morning - he is still not used to the light mornings and sits in his cot and shouts for me - although half asleep and irritated at being woken from a comfortable slumber I went in to see him..He was standing in his cot smiling at me and pointing to the door. I picked him up and we tiptoed downstairs where everything was quiet.
I got his milk and cuddled him whilst he drank..He ate breakfast and I took photos....
He played, I took more...
He entertained..I took more.
Even though I was tired and ever so slightly hung over from the night of drinking and dinner with our friends who were cosily tucked up in bed in the cabin, I was grateful for that lovely quiet time with my precious baby once more.
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