Have you read the Baby Whisperer? If so, you'll know what I mean when I say that completing 'what temperament does your baby have?' quiz revealed him to be a Spirited Baby. It turns out that this is a polite way of telling you that you have drawn the short straw of all babies, because yours is not going to sleep, will disagree with feeding, will crawl and walk early and is going to take malevolent delight in eating your degree certificate and poking all your worldly goods up the chimney. As I read the advice for parents of Spirited Babies, I could practically hear the noise of a sad trumpet going "WAH WAH WAH WAAAH" in the background while an imaginary parade of parents with much more promisingly named Angel Babies skipped past our house with their middle fingers up. At 3 months old, our health visitor took one look at him escaping from his Bumbo by rocking backwards and forwards at speed and ricocheting under the sofa and said "yeah, you won't sleep for the next two years, you're going to tear your hair out and he's going to drive you insane, but he'll be be a lovely toddler." Not much comfort to two people who are existing on a measly couple of hours sleep per night and seriously considering re-naming their child Genghis.
He was beautiful though - all fluffy curls and huge blue eyes. And I've never heard a baby laugh as much as Rory did or show as much enthusiasm and wonder at anything, which brings me to the picture below.
This is Rory at 11 months old experiencing the shower for the first time. He was absolutely transfixed and so content watching the water trickling onto his hands that I had to take a photo. This picture captures a moment of calm in the storm that was Hurricane Rory - a rare ten minutes in which my sparky little boy stood still and was happy to just 'be'. I wondered what he was thinking about as he laughed at the water. He looks so innocent, and every time I look at this photograph I want to kiss his chubby baby cheeks again and snuggle him into a towel. He may have been a difficult little blighter back then, but he was my difficult little blighter and I love him more than 30 angelic babies.
The next day, he stole the colander out of the kitchen cupboard and poured a full sippy cup of water through it onto the sofa, which explains what he was thinking about. Like I say; spirited.
This blog post has been written as an entry into the Tots100 competition in association with Boots Mother and Baby