Where has the time gone?

Last night I filled a bag full of clothes that Reuben has grown out of. The other day I was dressing him (for the fourth time post poo, wee and baby sick explosions) and noticed that his legs couldn’t stretch properly in the babygro.

It was one of a collection we bought for him before he was born, and before we knew if he was a boy or a girl. It was all neutral and babyish and I loved them all but alas I decided it was cruel to keep him dressed in clothes that force him to be scrunched up. So they have been banished to the loft and I am resigned to the fact that my baby is officially no longer newborn.

It has been six weeks and the time has gone so quickly yet he’s developed so much. Ok he might not be talking or walking or even holding up his own head, but he is so much more alert, he recognises me and his dad and he is even beginning to show expressions including the glimmers of a smile. It’s adorable.

People always warned me that they grow so quickly and it’s sad that I already can’t remember what he was like when he was born. He’s since put on 2lb and is wearing proper clothes like jeans! So we’ve started keeping a video diary of his progress to embarrass him with when he’s older and remind us when we’re senile.

Over the past six weeks he has amazed me and tested me hugely but it’s the best job in the world. Talking of which his Grandma bought him a ‘magic’ t-shirt which when you open it up ‘predicted’ your future job. Anyway apparently Reuben is going to become a plastic surgeon, which is something I would of course fully support. Not that I am trying to push time away or anything…