Oh how you grow.

 

Seriously people. No one warned me how fast they grow.  One minute they are this crying bundle in your arms who are only happy with you (preferably being fed) and you're wondering if you'll ever be able to leave them; and the next they are pushing you away because clearly sitting on a mower for an hour is more fun than whatever you can offer.

I don't know whether to cry or cheer!?

His attachment to his Dad has progressed to full blown crying whenever Andrew leaves, to the point that he now sneaks out the back door.  Eamon even hid his keys under the couch the other day, presumably to stop him leaving.  (I'd like to claim he is a little genius but really he hides everything under the couch.)

Whenever he hears a car coming up our road, his little head pops up and he races to the door to check if his favourite person is home. When he sees Andrew his little body tenses in excitement. He clenches his fists and grins, pushing away to get down and go.

Suddenly his first birthday is racing towards us and I have done little more in the way of organising than sending (very late) invitations. In many ways this last year has flown but at times it has also been painfully slow.  Parenting seems to create a very strange time warp.  Or is that just me?

But anyway I'm off to put my head in the sand and pretend he is not going to get any bigger and will stay adorably small and chubby forever.

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