As I write my baby boy is toddling around the house. He took his first steps only ten days ago but with every day he gains confidence. He is a toddler.
It doesn’t seem very long since he entered the world, screaming with a head of blond hair he was a wrinkled little thing but he completed our little family. He seems to grow so quickly – the way with the second I believe – but as he rolled at three months and crawled at six he seemed to be a baby only a short while. I remember sitting on the sofa just holding him on my chest, soaking up his newborness. Those were special days.
At first he cried a lot – he hated his Moses basket so went into the cot at a young six weeks, and even then he always fought sleep and still does. When he developed colic things became more difficult and we thought that we had been graced with a cranky little thing. However, when the colic cleared at three months we soon discovered our baby was a content, happy little man. Quite serious, but easy with his smiles and giggles, he was a bit of peace where H was a hyper toddler.
Now those baby days are at an end – tomorrow he turns one. I have planned a quiet day really, lunch with his grandparents and probably some time with daddy when he gets home. We will save his presents for his party on Saturday which will be a slightly bigger affair, with guests, balloons, cake and a bouncy castle!
I am so proud of my little man already and I look forward to the future – watching him run around with his sister, hearing him chatter, teaching him about the world around him, waving him off to school. And that’s enough for now.