Alder's Tone

First off is the clothing. Mummy and daddy have bought nothing, absolutely diddly squat. This was never meant to be the case, we were going to buy something nice to come home in, as it was the whole experience was shattered so the fact we never actually bought anything special was, in hindsight, a good move.

So if we've bought nothing, then is he running around starkers? No, that'd be silly, he's not old enough to run yet. Come one, think I'm that daft?

Everything he has in his wardrobe has been given by Susan (a huge box of Ben's old stuff) and bought by friends and relatives. Mummy and daddy will no doubt have plenty of spend further down the line, but for now we're happy to keep opening the daily arrival of parcels to find something new. He's got a fantastic spread of stuff from now through to 12 months, some size ranges more than others, but gaps can easily be plugged.

Gucci, Gucci shoes So here's the deal. Some of that newborn stuff he's had from Susan he's grown out of already. There's one sleepsuit that's a certainty, another looking very doubtful (may try it tomorrow). But having seen some of the others he's looking at being out of plenty more pretty soon too. This is scary, seeing him grow so much in just over two weeks. He’s going to get one pair of designer shoes, MOTS has already said as soon as he’s walking he’s having some Timberlands, I guess they will be kept and not passed on.

And then there’s his spacial awareness. He his becoming very aware of what’s going on around him. And there’s the cute part – for the last two nights he’s hit his cot mobile and started the music off on his own. Now then, last night this was just after it had stopped, with the quiet he started moving around, hit the button, and settled again when the music started back up. While this was clearly an involuntary action at this stage, he is looking at where the noise comes from, so it won’t be too long before he’s got 4 from putting 2 and 2 together. And that’s when that cute moment will wear thin, when it’s a conscious decision to put it on, at 3 in the morning when mummy and daddy are asleep. So for now I’m happy to think I have a genius who is putting his own music on, ignoring the fact it is a random act of flailing arms.