Ka boosh

God I'm so tired! The only reason I'm here typing this is because it's easier to stay up till 1-00 am to give little Sam his feed, rather than go to bed then get wrenched away from it. Not that I begrudge him of course, he can't help getting hungry! He really likes to sit with his dad whilst getting all milked up. Such a cutie and so happy looking. I can't believe he's nearly a week old. It's been one of those weeks that feel like twenty years. I changed him earlier and just sat and watched for five minutes as he slept on his change mat, wriggling around dreaming, legs kicking and twitching. I never realised how you can spend so long just watching each little mannerism, I suppose it's partly because it's so familiar, a mini me! He also makes very funny squeaking noises and sighs. I've also found that playing acoustic guitar quite loud soothes him. I tried fingerpicking all sensitive and quiet... no result. Loud strumming and chunky chords.... instant success! Time for a shopping trip.