Poor kid doesn't know what to think! Probably because his mother is all..
24/7. But not really! Such Mum guilt over that stupid phone that is attached to my fingers.
So anyway, some photos of the Dash at 12 weeks old! Cliches here we come; time is flying. The days are long but the months are short. My baby is literally bigger after every nap. He only wore that outfit one time. He never got the chance to wear that other outfit. Cherish every moment. Etc. etc.
12 week old Dash Dew (actually 13 weeks old because it takes me a week between snapping pictures and blogging) is very noisy.
legit noisy.
I will put him down after his 2am feed and he will gurgle and mumble and make all sorts of impossibly cute noises until he falls asleep again. He'll also do this when he is supposed to be nursing, while in the bath, when anyone is looking at him, while he's playing on his mat.. You know, all the time. Which I am LOVING. My baby talking is the sweetest sound I have ever heard, ever.
Dash Dew is all about the 00 sized clothes these days. And this week even some of those are looking a bit snug (Eeek!). His favourite person is his Pop but we all have a theory that this is just because Pop is always wearing Hi-Vis.
We're getting so close to sleeping through the night! I won't mind if he takes a little bit longer though because those 2am feeds are pretty lovely. The 6am feeds on the other hand, they are rough.
Basically, despite his illness, Dash Dew is all sorts of fat and healthy and happy and we couldn't be prouder.
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