The sheer fact that it’s been nearly four months since Eli was born has left me stumped. How has the time gone that quickly? How has he been able to change in such a (seemingly) short amount of time? When I think through all the changes I’ve seen in him since May, I can’t wrap my head around the fact that he’s so much more advanced, and so much more a little boy than then tiny newborn I first met.
Life with Eli is an absolute joy, however. I don’t know whether I just don’t know enough babies, or have never had such close proximity to one before, but he’s so happy. He smiles and talks and laughs and giggles all of the time. Sure, he has times when he’s whingey and isn’t too interested in being happy, but those times are very very few. He greets me with a huge grin every time I see him, and generally grins all of his way from a feed straight after he wakes, through to when I put him down for a nap – he grins and talks to me and flaps his arms while I put him in his gro-bag and put him to bed.
He goes to work with me on Tuesday mornings. It started early on when Beth needed a little break, and has since just developed into a habit, partly on the insistence of those in the office. They love having him in there, and will come and steal him for cuddles, and take him for a wander around the office while I (somewhat foolishly) attempt to do a small amount of work. He’s not the best at actually sleeping when he’s in the office with me, but he’s helpful. I took him with me to meet with our web developers one morning, and he managed to swing them into giving me a bottle of champagne!
I realise while I’m writing this that I am just spouting new-father drivel, but I am completely enamoured with him. He is such a joy and delight that I can’t help but talk about him.
