He's got big, brown eyes, a mesmerising gaze, a voice that means business, the softest of skin and hair, and he loves to be snug. He's started offering smiles, though they are still few and far between; I'll do anything to see that little face light up. It already feels like I'm spoiling him, though of course he's only a little baby, so it's not really possible, but if Ollie's my pride and Max is my joy, surely Hugo, with his hairy little back and fuzzy ears is the apple of my eye.
Last night, Will said something to Hugo that made my heart cry a little. "You're looking big, Hugo, not like a newborn baby anymore." He's right, of course and I agreed with him straight away before realising how time is escaping us. While I've been dwelling on the tiredness, the boys' behaviour and Hugo's insistence on being carried around all day, life goes on, and Hugo is one whole month old. Today. At this rate, the Christmas I'm so excited about will be here before we know it.