I found myself scribbing away after dinner on a dog-eared bit of paper (simultaneously trying to watch XFactor on Catch Up), all the things Alexander can now do, aged 1.
For a start, my eldest son Oliver has pretty much (for now at least), got over his most recent bout of jealousy towards his younger brother Alexander, and dare I say it, they're actually playing well together. I even caught Oliver kissing his little wee sibling last night. It was what womb-stirring dreams are made of.
I can still refer to him as my baby right? My little darling Alexander is 1 today (Happy 1st birthday baby Alexander-I'm still calling him baby!) and I really can't believe it. I feel a little emotional and might have had a little cry. It actually feels like yesterday I brought him home from hospital, all thick black hair and chubby cheeks.
So little Alexander, nearly 1 years of age has definitely got my curls-big bouncy, terribly cute ringlets of loveliness that paired with those deep brown eyes will no doubt melt a few hearts when he's older. "No, don't leave me, never marry" I wail! Thank goodness he's Greek so will live with until he's at least 30. Phew.
Aw, soft focus pictures of our boys together kissing and cuddling, Oliver our firstborn and heir looking lovingly at his younger brother, our darling baby Alexander. Bless.
Fast forward a year. Oliver realises his brother is sticking around for more than just the photo opp (and he's loud, confident and wants to play with his toys). Like forevs. The adoration is still there, sure it is. But from Alexander to his older brother. A spends his days gazing at Big Bro brimming with love and admiration.
My baby Alexander will be 1 next month and after hormone inducing broodiness through a lot of his first year (sure this is nature's way to help mothers bond with their babies and mostly because A is just so damn cute), I can say I no longer feel the urge to procreate (husband is no doubt wiping his brow as he reads this). You do read my blog don't you Pete? Come on, keep the stats up dude.
Post C-Section Recovery Tips. I have so far had two C-Sections: an emergency and an elective, both poles apart. The...
Here's my adorable little baby boy Alexander, aged 4 months old. Time is flying by. Please stop. Soon you'll be talking, walking and asking me for the keys to my car.
Women have C-sections for all kinds of reasons, be it emergencies or electives to help ensure mother and baby are safe as well as for example if a women feared birth greatly. We are lucky that in the UK we now have the choice to request a section. It is our right.
It's funny because despite being a filmmaker, I mostly tend to leave the photographs to my fabulously talented husband Peter. He's a pro (although his day job is in IT) and is repped by the biggest photographic agency in the world.
Wow, a big day for a big boy.
Forget big today was massive. Momentous. Huge. Like the opening ceremony of the Olympics or when Robbie left Take That (then rejoined 15 years later)...Drumroll... It was Oliver's first day at preschool... although anyone would think it was my first day at school, I was so flipping nervous.
You know when you look at your baby and see all the people you love in him and just melt. That. I'm totally besotted and walking on air. I feel like this all day, every day. Apart from the 4 am feed of course and when I can't watch Take Me Out without the subtitles on because the kid's wailing. Then, maybe, then, I'm slightly less besotted.
I cannot believe little Alexander is 3 weeks old already-the days (and unbelievably the nights) have flown by.
This is more a reminder for myself -now that my hospital bag checklist is written up (and about to be packed) I started thinking about the neccesities I'll need post baby-the vitamins and remedies below were total emotional life savers when I had Oliver and I'm hoping they work their magic again this time round. Remember I'm not a Dr so please ask yours or your midwife before taking anything.