Now, I know we’re insanely biased but look at this gummy little guy… Isn’t he amazing?! Our dear Albert is nearing his seven-month birthday and wow, is he keeping Mr C and I firmly on our toes. We’re more overwhelmed, exhausted and completely in love with this chap than we ever imagined possible. That said, we’re just about starting to feel less like lost-in-the-fog new parents and more like Team Coward…
Don’t get me wrong, this loopy little threesome by no means resembles those weirdly organised, restaurant-frequenting families who actually get out the door on time. Oh no, if we manage to resist creeping back to bed during Albert’s morning nap, it’s a small miracle if we both get showered, inhale some cold toast and maybe put a laundry load on (whites, darks, delicates, poopy onesies all in)! And if you can’t dial for dinner or throw it from the freezer to the microwave, forget it, chips and dips or cereal will suffice.
It’s all run-of-the-mill, harassed-mum behaviour during the week… Running red lights, scraping the car, getting locked out and public bra exposure are all regular occurrences. This once well-presented woman is now feeling fancy if she has deodorant on! Yep, the whole transformation has been challenging but I honestly can’t get enough of motherhood and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this young man. And needless to say, Mr C is the relaxed, doting dad I always knew he’d be… Him and his ‘Big Guy!’ are the best of friends, acting like fools, rolling around and cackling away every chance they get (to the sound of my screeching, ‘Careful!’… ‘Don’t make him puke!’… ‘Not so high!’).
We’re basically the parents we never thought we’d be… If Albert’s awake, we struggle to hold an adult conversation and the moment he’s asleep, we can’t wait to scan through the day’s stream of Albert-adoring photos. We’d make the childless, career-minded Mr & Mrs C sick with all the unashamed soppiness that goes on around here.
This unconditional-love feeling seems to be contagious, not to mention transatlantic… Albert has something of a fan club. Not only do SF buddies scold us for not sharing him regularly enough but on our recent UK visit, he was completely adored by doting family and dear old friends. Grandma and Grandad had a nursery’s worth of baby paraphernalia waiting and whisked him into their arms at every waking (sometimes sleeping) opportunity. And his little cousins couldn’t get enough of bath time, bedtime, feeding time and generally anything Albert. It was lovely to share our little man and felt super sad to say goodbye when our week was up.
So, here we are, loving family life and trying to savor each and every milestone, believing those who say these precious early years disappear in a flash. As always, I promise to blog when I can but in the meantime, Mr C and I will keep taking each new day as it comes while giving constant thanks to patient loved ones, white wine and above all, our amazing Albert!