Baby babble

I've asked Jeremy to take some footage of Patrick when he's in full baby-babble mode, but I have a feeling I'll have to ask another 78 times before he does it.

So some notes ...
I love:
The way Patrick grabs a toy out of his box, rolls on to his back, "strums" it with his fingers and says "ah ah ah" ... or words to that effect to it.

The way he calls everything "ba ba ba ba" at the moment.

The way he kicks his legs when he knows he's got something he's not allowed and you're trying to get it off him.

The way he "announces" himself by babbling in a very pleased manner when he's doing something forbidden - like playing with the computer case, or heading for the kitchen.

The way he blows raspberries; the way he listens to the music on ads, and the way he gets so excited when one of the cats veers inside his reach zone.

The way he babbles away to himself in his car seat; his "sleep-groan-stretches" about midnight (I hear them on the monitor); the way he laughs with complete abandon.

The way he'll _ if you're holding him, and you've done something he wants you to do again _ he'll lean right into you with the biggest smile.

There are others. But it's getting late. :)

Now what?

So, I've been home for three days. And I"m already bored. Yes, I know, I should be putting my feet up and resting because I won't have time to once the baby is here. But I really SUCK at doing nothing. And after three days, I'm a little stir crazy. We're going to the library this afternoon and you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to leaving the house for a little while _ even though I've really only spent one WHOLE day in the house so far.

I haven't had strangers try to touch my belly, but they sure do feel free to stare. They look at my belly, then my face as if to say, "aren't you a little old?" or something. I don't know. But I get a judgemental vibe from them, that's for sure. Or it could just be because I'm irritable 100 percent of the time at the moment.

I'm trying to relax and do the things I normally enjoy doing, like reading etc, but you reach saturation point sooner or later. I bet when baby comes I'll think "what the hell was I complaining about? Give me boredom!"

The midwife is coming today, so we'll see how things are going. Last time he was head down, but hadn't engaged. I've been waiting for this mythical 'nesting' to kick in, but it just hasn't. So I'm going to pack my bag today, fold some baby clothes and try and find something to read; I'm inhaling books at the moment.

And try not to yell at poor J.

*Sigh*.