Just like any baby I find myself watching her sleep, spending a lot of my time clearing up poo and wee, cuddling and stroking.
We've also had visits from our nearest and dearest, we have talked about a care schedule for when I go back to work in the autumn and we are dealing with jealous siblings.
I've been up a couple of times in the night and am therefore developing that habit of trailing off half way through a sentence and losing eye contact as my gaze slips across the room to watch my baby sleeping while I'm awake.
On the other hand I'm not wearing a nappy in bed, or leaking out of orifices I didn't even know I had,and I haven't accidently wet myself while laughing.
A few other things are different, for example she's the first baby I've had who has eaten daddy's phone charger, not that I've felt the need to share that in our "what baby did today" evening chat, and earlier, when I pulled the little gray string stuck in my angel's throat, I pulled out a dead mouse she was trying to eat, that the cat must have brought in.
