Snoring like a drunk, asleep on my chest after a good feed. Means I can’t put the laundry in, but at least I’ve cleared my email.
Chuckling and smiling, when something pleases him. He has no understanding that it pleases him; it’s just a gut reaction. Especially when it’s wind.
Gurgling and other little non-crying communications. I’m trying to teach him the alphabet, but we can’t get past A.
Farting. He gets this from his maternal grandfather.
Little whimpery sleep noises, even though they keep me awake.
Snuffling and grunting like a piglet when trying to attach himself to my poor sore breasts for yet another feed.
Hiccups. Hiccuppy fetus turned into hiccupy neonate.
Coughs and sneezes. My favourite are the coughs. He looks so surprised by the tiny little explosions. Pete likes the sneezes best.
Burps, because usually they mean that he will settle down and feed a bit more or go to sleep. He burps best after the bottle of expressed breastmilk that Pete gives him in the morning, and that has to be the best of burps simply because it means I got a break.
Yelling his head off, red-faced, eyes screwed up, kicking and thrashing. It’s cute in its own way. Reminds us he’s there.
Is it me, or does he look like Sevitz in that picture?
He does not. But that’s not why I deleted it; I just realised that I’d used the same picture for two posts in a row. Fuzzyheaded sleepdeprived newmum. If I get the chance to download more snaps from my camera, then a new picture will be posted later.
And to think that that was the best compliment that Adrian has ever received!
There is a ban on new photos of Tom at grayblog. H doesn’t like the idea of photos of him being online. I’ve tried to reason with her, but to no avail.
Please he’s way better looking than me, and I bet better with the ladies too.
Can we please see that table of noises cross referenced with columns for both father and son
its cruel, but i find it very funny when Toby reaches the super-incensed-ive-allowed-you-a-whole-thirty-seconds-to-attend-to-my-needs bleeting larry the lamb ‘waaaa’ noise, when he’s really pissed off.
On farting: Is it only Bernard and your dad that fart in your family? Surely Pete farts every now and then?
Tom left off one so loud yesterday that I thought the recoil would fling him through the open window.