Nancy turned 3 months old this week. 3 months seems like nothing. She’s still tiny. And yet she seems so big and like she’s been here for ages too.

Time is such a weird thing.

It’s tiring being born

Tiny, she just fits in the crook of my arm

Phew it’s tough with a newborn. This last photo of Mike holding her just sums up how exhausted we all were. And by day we had a house full of builders, so there really was no let up in the run up to Christmas. I guess it’s those early days that make time seem so long.

Nancy at 1 month old

And then pretty soon you can’t really remember what life was like when you weren’t feeding, burping, cuddling, changing, pulling funny faces and cooing, photographing, tiptoeing, loving this new person.

Nancy at 2 months old

They also start to reward that relentless merry-go-round with smiles and love. It’s funny that even at 3 months old they are able to show how much they love you and you’re reminded not to wish away these early days with the hope of more sleep during the night and more time to do ‘other stuff’ during the day.

None of that really matters.

There’ll be plenty of time for dishes and books and social media and whatever else (sleep).

These baby days are short.