It’s now four months since Zelda came into our world. We had no idea what to expect having a second child, and were ready for a total upheaval. And yet, four months in, our lives have not been changed very much at all.

Since Zelda’s arrival things have been running quite smoothly – Freya’s four-year old moods withstanding – and she has been a fantastically easygoing baby, happy to be. We still have our own time when they both get to sleep before 8pm, and when she’s awake there are relatively few moments that require any real effort. But I suppose it’s all relative.

Freya was a joy as a baby. We felt we were blessed to have a first child. And then when Z came we had difficulties believing that anyone could be calmer than our beloved Freya. But so it was.

Everything is going so quickly that it is hard to imagine Zelda as a newborn. Looking at other babies I cannot fathom that Z was once so small and fragile.

As a newcomer I thought, when wrinkles were more prominent, that she looked a bit like how I remember uncle Stan to be (he’s not dead – I just haven’t seen him for many years).

And then Jo pointed out the similarities to the “real” Princess Zelda…