During the whole thing, he barely moved at all, unless to whimper that he was hungry (every 30 minutes unfortunately for his mum). And he certainly didn't interact with anything around him, save the occasional stare into people's eyes.
In stark contrast, he now aptly grabs his toes while folding up into an agile yoga position, explaining to us that his feet are the most exciting thing since the discovery of his fingers only weeks earlier. By explaining, I mean rambling, squeaking and occasionally blowing raspberries: so copying his parents...
This week he has discovered a talent for climbing (on parents), with a reckless disregard for his climbing apparatus. I get that many people don't follow how cool it is to see a baby roll over or put his foot in his mouth, but when it's your little guy's first time doing it, well, you can't really forget that feeling.
4 weeks to go before my parental leave starts and can't wait (and not because I want to escape from the office).
I'm Dave, dad of Little Bear. Also known as 'Pappa' to the little man as we try and bring out his Swedish roots