My baby is no longer a baby… this is going to be hard to get used to. I’ve cried but smiled more. I’ve watched videos, flicked through photos and stolen as many cuddles as possible. These were taken on his birthday, I just couldn’t help myself, we were having a lovely lunch and then all of a sudden I just started taking silly photos on photobooth.
I play with my son at every opportunity, quite simply I adore him and he seems to think I’m not too bad either. I love watching him learn, it’s one of the greatest perks of being a parent, teaching skills. I feel proud whenever he tries, not just when he succeeds. I hope he knows that I’ll always feel like that, no matter how old he is or what he sets out to achieve.
Working from home has been a bit of a juggle and I try to leave most of it until when he’s napping or gone to bed for the night. During the day we go on play dates, buy groceries, visit op shops or do things about the house. I always try to inject a bit of adventure into every day. Finger painting, drawing, reading pop up books, nature collages, trying new foods and dancing, oh how we love to dance.
I feel so blessed to have brought him into this world. I love that he looks like his father and that he laughs just like me. He loves music, books, Toby and Charlie, Mooni, grated cheese and his Mum and Dad. I love making him laugh, playing with his hair, blowing raspberries on his neck, giving him high fives, tickling his knees and I love how he sinks into my chest for a big hug before I put him into bed each night. My son is already so wondrous, I know I’m going to really enjoy the rest of our lives together.