The last three days have been an annual nostalgia trip for me. Remembering that first labour, the total lack of respect for my plan shown by our bodies. The complete naivety about birth, sleep, new borns and parenting in general. How easy that pregnancy was compared to the four that have followed it. But here … Continue reading And now he’s eight
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Going solo
Small boy and large boy have a really strong bond. To the point that small boy can be quite shy and even anxious when his brother isn't there. I love how close they are, there's a 3.5 year gap but they play together, imagine together and sometimes just sit quietly hugging. Their closeness does have … Continue reading Going solo