You have just had your first Christmas. In our family we do two Christmases: Christmas Eve with Nanny and Poppy and the rest of your mummy’s family, and then we go to Brisbane for Christmas Day with your Nonna and Nonno and the rest of your daddy’s family. Last night, we went to Nanny’s house.…

You sleep next to me at night, and my time for writing about you has vanished. So here we are, my sunshine, you are three and a half months, dozing next to me now, waiting for your dad to come home. You laugh now. Laughs that light up your whole face, with your little gummy…

How on earth did that happen so fast? I remember how long it felt to reach 12 weeks of growing you. Every week felt like an age. Now, today, here I am, looking at your little face, wondering how you got so big, so quickly. You love to sit in your pram and watch me…

Sitting awake with you at 2am with you asleep on my chest is prime time for online shopping. I’d say don’t tell your father, but he’s well and truly aware. Today, AusPost decided that the parcels shouldn’t be left at the front door (standard) but needed to be left at the post office. We were…

When you first arrived in the world, after those first sleepy, beautiful cuddles, a midwife rolled me onto my sides and placed you next to me for your very first feed. Ten weeks later, here we are — me coaxing you to sleep in our bed, the big bed, because your bed is not your…

Today can be summed up with one word: poonami. You were thrilled with yourself, and that’s all that matters.

Watching your dad rock you back to sleep at 4am is one of the most beautiful things to me. You’re wearing your blue wave jammies and are entirely too awake, I think, but maybe it’s another party night. Don’t cry, little one, don’t fight that sleep. A yawn, another, a fist to your mouth for…

Your hands, fingers curling in and out, pointing at things or your little stability pinkie gently resting on me. The seashell whorl of your ear, the imprint of it staining my skin pink. Your little brioche bun arms. Rolls on rolls, the sweetest thing. The little noises you make. I don’t know yet what you’re…

You’re going through a phase of hating the car seat. If I sing Skiddamarink to you for five minutes straight, along with shushing noises on the radio, you’ll fall asleep. But sometimes… honey, you howl. And right now you’ve gone from howling at the car seat (no mums next to you when it’s the two…

We spent the morning swaying, patting, rocking, singing. You sucked your hand. I stumbled over Spanish words, because you’ve told me that Mercedes Sosa is the singer that calms you, and I’m determined to learn every word — not only to sing it to you, but to explain it to you one day. Maybe that…