Seven months

It's official. Elliott has been out in the big, bad world for seven months.

It's remarkable. It seems like only yesterday that he was kicking me in the ribs and ramming his head into my pelvis at 3am, while I was desperately trying to get some sleep. And now look at him!

Poor Mr. Elliott has had a tough month. He became infected with Adenovirus, and had to be admitted to hospital for a few days of nasogastric feeding. He was very sick, but bounced back incredibly quickly. Now he is playing and smiling again, as though nothing ever happened.

His trip to hospital made me rethink some things. I love Elliott with all of my heart. He is only going to be a baby for a very short time. I want to spend as much of that time as possible with him. So I'm not returning to uni this semester. Probably not even this year. I am going to enjoy every day that I have with my awesome little son. Before he grows up and becomes too cool for kisses and cuddles!

I'm so much happier having decided to do this. I feel like I can breathe again. Just thinking about how we were going to make our schedules work around uni was making my head spin. I am looking forward to being able to relax and enjoy motherhood. Without having a niggling thought in the back of my mind about that assignment that I really should be doing or that reading that needs to be read.

In other news... Elliott has discovered crayons. It is the most adorable sight. He will happily sit down and draw on his highchair tray for an hour. Admittedly his drawings are very abstract at this age. But I hope that he continues to enjoy drawing.

Alas, there is a house to be cleaned, and a baby to be cuddled. So I'd best be leaving this post.