Friday, September 3, 2010

Letter to Tricky - Three months old

Dear Tricky,

Oh my little boy you have put us through the emotional wringer this month! I might need to see a doctor myself soon, because I think my heart may have gravitated permanently to my throat. It's OK though, I'm pretty sure they can put it back where it belongs with minor surgery - it's amazing what they can do these days!

Both you and your Daddy made some great discoveries in the past few weeks. He discovered the secret to making you giggle is the time-honoured art of blowing raspberries! Every time without fail you smile and laugh like it is the funniest thing ever. Unfortunately this is the beginning of your Dad thinking every thing he does or every joke he tells is funny. I suppose it had to happen sooner or later, it's a Dad thing.

Your discovery was pretty monumental - YOU HAVE FEET! Your Dad and I watched and laughed as you stared intently at them. Each time they moved the look of concentration on your face was priceless. I swear I could hear the cogs turning as you figured out those funny looking sock covered things on the end of your legs belonged to you and you could control them. They don't quite go where you want them to yet, but you're getting there.

You got a new toy this week, an amazing Lamaze baby gym - sounds like you should be doing bicep curls on it, doesn't it? As soon as we put you on the mat it became clear this would be your favourite past time for a while. The poor little toys on it have now been batted, swatted, swiped and yanked continuously since then - well done!

The next month is going to be a bit rough, probably more so on your Dad and I than on you, even though you're the one going in for an operation. I know you'll be fine but I am still a bit scared. It was bad enough seeing you strapped in to the CT scanner - you're a big boy but you looked oh so small as the bed moved you in to the machine. Because it's one of those "if you don't laugh, you'll cry" scenario I must admit I've started referring to you as Humpty Dumpty and even said that if I just dropped you then you wouldn't need the operation after all - that joke didn't go down to well with your Pop but your surgeon thought it was funny.

So stay strong my little man and be brave... one of us has to be.

Love Mummy xxx

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