your thirty-fifth week

It seemed like you were changing all the time.

And not a day seemed to go by

without a new skills learnt

and a new challenge conquered.

Daddy had changed jobs

which meant he didn't get to see as much of you as he liked.

And he would sometimes swear that he could tell your hair had grown.

You appeared to be turning into quite a little dare devil.

You loved loud noises

especially sudden loud noises

that made you jump.

You would jump and then giggle straight after.

You loved to be thrown up in the air.

And when we swung you around

or pretended to drop you.

When you were hung upside down to walk on the ceiling

you thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

We had got to eight months old 

but it was time for a negative first milestone. 

You caught your first cold. 

Mummy thought that eight months without a cold 

was really good going. 

She liked to take the credit for your good health

because she had been giving you the magic mummy milk. 

You were so brave 

even though your cold was making you sad. 

And you didn't really cry, 

you just looked miserable and fed up. 

Mummy and Daddy found it really hard to see you feeling poorly. 

It was horrible to feel so helpless 

because all we wanted to do was to make it better. 

Daddy cheered you up by giving you a nice long, cool bath. 

And Mummy prescribed lots of cuddles. 

A bit of Calpol brought your temperature down 

and you spent the afternoon crawling around in your nappy, 

stopping every now and again for a hug. 

You were getting to be really affectionate 

and liked to snuggle into our necks when we gave you a cuddle. 

You had also started a new thing, 

of reaching out for Mummy when other people were holding you. 

You were always such a good boy 

and were happy to be held and played with by anyone 

but Mummy loved it when you reached out to go back to her. 

It completely melted her heart. 

It was like those first smiles all over again. 

It was just so lovely to see that you loved us 

just as much as we loved you. 

That you wanted to be with us 

as much as we wanted to be with you. 

That you liked us. 

Mummy loved that you were such a confident and happy little boy, 

but she also liked that you were a little bit of a mummy's boy too.