Brooke is taking to motherhood even better than I could have hoped. Yes, you heard me correctly, she thinks she is Cameron's mum (and my mum too sometimes!) Oh how the roles have been reversed in this house at the moment. She fusses over Cameron all the time, wiping his mouth when he is a little sick, even changing his nappy by herself (as long as it isn't too gross!)

Maybe its second child syndrome but I am a million times more relaxed with Cameron than I was with Brooke. This doesn't mean I ignore him when he cries but I certainly don't run through the house at top speed to get to him at the first sound. I also don't feel the need to change his clothes if he is a little sick on the shoulder after a feed, surely that's what baby wipes are for? Cutting his toenails, bathing him and washing his hair are all far less stressful than I remember them being with Brooke, probably because I know this time around that he is unlikely to break easily and that if he cries for a few minutes while changing his nappy he will survive. Even if he doesn't agree.

Brooke on the other hand rushes to him as soon as he makes a noise saying "its OK Cameron, I'm here. What's the matter, shall I get mummy for you. Here let me hold your hand. Shall I sing you a song?" At the same time she will be frantically beckoning me to come over and when I (eventually) get there she'll say something like "didn't you hear him cry? He's hungry. Please feed him" or "the poor boy wants someone to play with him. If you're too busy please can you move him so that I can lay down with him and sing his favourite songs" Yes Brooke, of course I can.

She also mothers me although not to the same extent as Cameron. She reminds me to take my vitamins and stops me from doing things like going to hang out the washing in my PJs. Don't I know that the neighbours don't want to see me unless I get dressed and that I shouldn't go outside with no shoes on? Hmm, yes I think I remember saying that to her once or twice..

As soon as Wayne comes home she runs to the door to give him a run down of what has happened that day. How long Cameron slept for, whether he was sick or cried a lot. She's totally in charge of our house during the day, my job seems to be just to feed the 2 of them and help with anything that she can't manage on her own like driving the car, cooking dinner and reaching things down from the shelf in her bedroom. Other than that I just obey orders to move Cameron to various rooms in the house while they play tea parties, read books, sing songs and play with her Barbies. He should think himself lucky that she hasn't tried to put a dress or make up on him yet although she does like brushing his hair and I caught her sitting in front of him with some hair clips yesterday before I confiscated them. He sometimes looks at Wayne when he gets home in the evenings as if to say "why do you leave me with these 2 girls all day? Don't you know what they make me do?" Poor boy..

Tomorrow he is 1 month old. Doesn't time fly? I'll post some new pictures in the morning so that you can see what a chubster he is turning into.

While typing this entry with Cameron sitting in his bouncy chair on the floor and Brooke playing on the Barbie website he started to hiccup. After 3 hiccups Brooke turns to me and says "mum, cameron has the hiccups" When I told her that I could hear him but didn't jump to his rescue she sighed, got up from her chair and went to sit and stroke his hand until he felt better. "mummy is too busy but I'll look after you Cameron" Its lucky that one of us is a good mum isn't it?!