Sydney sunset in our garden

Sunset in Sydney

Pink clouds streaked out from the Harbour Bridge

The sun set quickly that night

The dark clouds set a moody background

Already four months old

Hugo was around two months old when Kristian and I started to shower him. Kristian does it more than I (as I get to bond with Wolfie while breastfeeding), but it's something we all thoroughly enjoy.

At first I was surprised. He took so well to the shower and would briefly cry if water splashed on his face, but has since learnt to trust us and even tilts his head back towards the spray to wet his head. It's so damn adorable.

After Kristian showered tonight, I handed him our bare babe and while preparing Hugo's towel and pyjamas watched them together. They were unaware I was doing so, which made the scene even the more touching.

The two of them look so natural and similar together with fluid movements and a simple routine. Kristian was confident in what he was doing and his hands looked so big against out little baby's body. There were no tears or panic (on either end).

After his body was wet, Hugo's chubby little arms held onto his Dad while he leant back to wet his hair. I then watched as Kristian raised him near the head of the shower so Hugo could feel the jets on different parts of his body. He cooed, squealed, waved his arms and kicked his free hanging legs in excitement. This merely encouraged his Dad, who proceeded to make silly noises and that's when the laughter began.

Hugo turned four months old last week and I'm so proud of us all, especially our baby who's rapidly changing into such a strong, social and happy little boy.

Baby loves his shower

Goodnight sweetheart

Tonight I write from the cooler comforts of bed. Although I can hear the rhythmic brush of breezes outside, our windows are closed to keep hungry mosquitos at bay.

I look to my right and see a very tired Kristian trying to tempt sleep and between us, a very restless Hugo, whose arms and legs compete to determine the faster. His breath is short, his beloved dummy neglected by his side, he stares at the laptop screen on my legs and all Kristian can say is, "now you've done it; your typing is getting him all excited."

But wait. His chubby legs now rest elevated on mine and I can feel his soft, warm breath on the tops of my arm. As I watch his eyes slowly close I fear by the time we move next week (therefore having room for his cot), he will abandon its comfort, preferring that of our bigger version.

But don't we all aspire to that next step? Hugo's definitely reached it, his beautiful, lonely bassinette to my left, partially hidden by a spare blanket.

Don't get me wrong though, the situation isn't all bad. I adore waking to see him right there touching my face and Kristian, of course, loves it too:

"He's so small, he smells so good and I won't get to do this for long," he says, brushing his cheeks back and forth on the top of Hugo's hair.

But as the one who settles him each night, I see the shaking heads and hear warning words of other mothers reading this.

So I figure this will be good for the next week.

And of course we'll then be enveloped in a sleeptime crisis, or maybe I'll be lucky and he won't quite mind it at all....

Fingers, toes, arms and legs (vainly) crossed...

Sweet child of mine

Look at those blue blue eyes

Tired baby

Hugo always follows his Dad around

Laughing at his Dad

Hugo gives his dummy the thumbs up

Baby hands are yum yum

Look at that drool puddle

When Dad attacks

Beautiful

Hugo and Dad

Loves to suck on his hand

Baby loves the camera

Shared moment. Let's all say it together... "ahhhhhh"

Kisses from Mum

Playing with Mum and Esther

Does this look like a four month old baby?

I didn't think so (he does look cheeky with his Dad though doesn't he?)

He's such a happy boy

This is Hugo with his Aunty Esther

Esther is his new best friend