Where does time go at the weekend?

Another weekend flies by, and I wonder where the time went. It certainly wasn’t spent sleeping! The days seem to pass faster and faster, especially when you’re clock watching, trying to plan where and when to get to places taking into account feeds. That said the latest addition to our family doesn’t yet have a routine. With the other two they soon settled into a regular habit of feeding every four hours or so, you know, like normal babies. This one however works to his own agenda. Sometimes he’ll go for three or four hours between feeds, but just as you think there’s some sort of pattern developing he reverts to type and goes all random on you again. Saturday day he was feeding almost every hour. Last week he consumed 16 ounces of milk within two hours! He’s growing in line with his consumption habits as well. He was weighed last week and came in at 12lbs 6oz. So, in seven weeks, he’s almost put on 50% of his birth weight. He’s already starting to outgrow his 0-3 months clothes, methinks he’s going to be a big lad. He did stop feeding on Saturday in time for us to attend one of Godzooky 1’s classmates birthday party, from 4 till 6pm. It was actually the birthday of the girl he describes as his girlfriend, so he was particularly looking forward to it. It was fancy dress, which entailed Godzooky 1 dressing up as a pirate, although his hat didn’t fit too well:

Godzooky 2 wanted her picture taking as well, and she did get to enjoy part of the party disco. She certainly enjoys music and dancing, the girl's got rhythm!

There were over 40 children in attendance, which seemed like a lot, until you remember that the birthday girl’s mum works in a nursery, and is more than used to handling large numbers of children. These fancy dress parties always make me smile. The boys all come dressed in various super hero outfits or cowboys, pirates, Peter Pan, Dracula etc etc The girls cannot resist the opportunity to dress up, and all come as princesses, so you get a room full of 6 year olds, with attitude, all trying to be the Belle of the Ball. Sunday was a whirlwind of visiting in-laws and friends, and now it’s already Monday morning and back to the grind.