As I sit here, writing this post, I’m sending myself down a black hole of memories and photographs, thinking back to this time 6 years ago.
How at 18.43pm on Monday 28th January 2013 a little bundle of gorgeousness was wrenched from my body and passed to my husband for his first cuddle before being allowed to lay with me and we became parents for the first time. I still have to take a deep breath at that thought, Human life is pretty damn amazing!
Over the last 6 years I’ve watched my little boy change from that little helpless being who needed me for everything to the strong independent one that stands before me today (arguing with me this morning after telling me repeatedly he didn’t want a badge to wear to school that of course now we are walking out the door he needs one immediately and will not go to school without one!)
He has taught me so much about myself and made the bond between me and his dad grow stronger daily – even though he try’s hard to push us Both way past our limits we stand together (most of the time).
He’s now so grown up and able to do so much without us. It’s lovely to see him do stuff on his own but it’s been horrible to experience more ‘lasts’. Like our goodnight ‘kiss, cuddle, snuggle, high five song’ ritual that gained an extra bit every now and again and has now been replaced by a standard kiss and goodnight while he reads a book (a proper chapter book!!) by his lamp light.
He currently loves Lego, Superheroes, Dinosaurs, board games and Horrid Henry books. He certainly knows how to throw a screaming tantrum when he doesn’t get his own way but is so sweet and Caring.
He’s a fussier eater now than ever and his favourite food is homemade pizza. He loves to help but is easily distracted.
He’s learning to swim and despite last year wanting to start football he didn’t want to return this year as he’d now like to do basketball (well he has the height) he’s wearing 8-9 or 9-10 clothes and has size 2 feet. He very excitedly received his own basketball hoop for his birthday.
He’s cautious and gentle in comparison to his little brother, he hates to admit he doesn’t know something and gives up a little too easily, he wants company or attention all the time and never shuts up (he basically provides running commentary of his daily life). He plays beautifully with his little brother until P doesn’t do it ‘quite right’, and he’ll happy cheat his way to a win as he’s such a sore loser. He is completely like me despite being the spitting image of his dad!
He’s a gorgeously perfect little 6 year old that completely does my nut on a daily basis but I couldn’t imagine my life without him. Happy Birthday to my eldest little boy!