My snapshot was yesterday. I saw my child as a little boy yesterday, and I instantly could see what the next five years or so looked like.
I met up with one of my friends from my mum's group, who has a little girl exactly the same age as Sebastian.
Thus far, babies have been babies have been babies.
Babies all do the same stuff; there is no gender differentiation. Sure, I dress mine in
Other than what they wear, and him peeing on me when his nappy is off, babies are fairly androgynous. They all eat, sleep, shit and repeat.
I suppose now my little chap is wearing little mini man clothes, not just babygrows and rompers, so that set the scene, but it was much more than that.
Yesterday, he was a little boy. While his female counterpart sat and drooled serenely at the table, cracking a toothless smile once in a while, she generally sat and gurgled in his direction.
He, on the other hand, squirmed, moved, arms flailing, 'talking' non-stop, bashing my mobile phone off the table, then while everyone was watching, farted really loudly.
He was a boy yesterday, not a baby.
I told the Brit.
"Our son became a boy yesterday. I saw the future. And it looks like a lot of hard work."
Brit: "He's both of us. He is going to be a little terror. Oh my God he's going to be a terror, isn't he?"
Peas: "Luckily I've seen it early on. We might be able to control this. With enough discipline...and making him run around the entire common once a day."
It's cute, but when my child becomes mobile? We won't need personal trainers.
Brit: "What are the chances we have twins again?"
Peas: This is something I ask myself everyday. I would love the chance to have twins again.
Brit: Yeah but surely lightning doesn't strike twice?
Peas: Well, I read something today that said if you've had one set of twins, your chances are quadrupled to have another set.
Peas: Plus I'll be over 35. That also means greater chances.
Brit: Watch. We will get pregnant with twins. And both will be boys.
Peas: Three boys? Don't even say it mate.
Back to the present, we also started feeding him this week. With a spoon and everything.
The boy is being weaned, and he's lapping up the cereal like a hoover. Loves the mush.
Carrots next week. It doesn't look like much, but fuck it's fun. Can't wait to get liquidisin' 'em carrots and 'em pears and 'em parsnips....