Update...

Otis has been... PERFECT. There's simply no other word for it. Although, now that I've said that out loud — or rather, typed it in black and white — he's bound to have a bad day. Anyway, all he seems to do these days is "talk" and giggle and smile and sleep. It's so lovely. It's heaven. When he's like this, I can barely remember the bad times! Luckily I've documented it all...

Yesterday we walked up to Coles to get some ingredients for dinner. He was in the Baby Bjorn, but facing out for the first time. I think he thought he was actually conversing with complete strangers! He just went on, and on and on, barely stopping to take a breath. He made so much noise! I think we've got a chatterbox on our hands.

He's ALMOST sitting up now. He can sit quite well if I prop him up between my legs, he only very slightly rests on me for support. I think it will be any day now. He's also trying to roll, but not having much success. He gets really frustrated... It's as if he's trying to take off!

His new routine — I hesitate to call it that, for fear it will all fall apart — goes something like this:

6:00 — Wake, feed, play, read books
7:00-8:00 — Sleep
8:00-9:00 — Shower, feed
9:00-11:00 — Go for a walk, have a nap in the pram or BB
11:30 — Feed
Midday-2:00 — Sleep
2:30 — Feed
3:00-5:30 — Play, have a bath
5:30 — Feed
6:30 — Top-up feed, bedtime
1:00 — Wake for a feed, get in with Mum and Dad
3:00 — Wake for a feed
4:30 — Squirm and grunt and fart and belch, whilst still half asleep