The little mister is 6 months!
You are trying to stand
Gabbing your mouth off
Crawling like a fiend
Banging those mighty baby arms
Sorta eating mushy food
And still waking me up every couple hours, but it's ok lol
Glad to have some of the WA fam come to share this with him!
Five. Over 60 months I’ve seen her grow into a brave, resilient, opinionated, stubborn, intentionally and unintentionally hilarious person. In the short time she’s been alive, so many versions of her have already come and gone. I miss the baby who fell asleep on my chest, the toddler who adorably mispronounced words, the pre-schooler who couldn’t do most things without help. But it’s a joy and a privilege to know the little girl with real friends, who reads as easily as she breathes, shouts at me to come and listen when she hears Theresa May mentioned on Radio 4 and dangles from the monkey bars on her own. I’ve become acutely aware that she’s reached an age where we might be doing things for the last time. Friday might be the last time she squeals ‘mummy’, sprints across the room, and flings herself at me the second I walk into Out of School Club. Today might have been the last time she’ll sleepily reach up her arms in the morning and say ‘carry me down the stairs’. It definitely can’t be long before she realises I couldn’t carry a tune in a backpack and asks me not to sing along to the Lion King soundtrack any more. Of course, there will be no warning when it is the last time. I won’t even know it’s happened. I’ll just suddenly realise, later, that it’s been a while and feel really sad and hug her too tight and make her cross. Until that happens I’ll just have to treat every time like it might be the last and try not to annoy the shit out of her by squeezing her a little longer and tighter than she’d like. .
I cannot be the only one who wishes that their critters could speak when they're not feeling well? 😔 If only she could say what was wrong with her...On that note, I wish to be home, snuggling my sad sick pup. #thankfulthursday#muhbebe