This week my
not so little Squishy-Bear tuned one!
What a year it’s been, my little one.
The joys of teething, colic, poop explosions and sleepless nights.
ok, maybe not.
But there has been some wonderful memories.
The very first gummy smile.
The first giggles. The great big chuckle I get when I blow raspberries on his tummy.
The gorgeousness of a still-damp from the bath, powder scented baby cuddles.
The adorable kitten-y noises he makes when he’s just about to drift off to sleep.
The way his whole face lights up when he sees his big sister.
Ittyy-bitty chubby little baby fingers and toes just begging to be nibbled on.
The little half-curl of hair just above his left ear that always sticks out and makes me wonder if he’s going to have his daddy’s gorgeous curly hair.
The very first time he said “mama” and then quickly progressed to “mummy, daddy, nan-dee, pow-ee” (polly) He can’t say his sister’s name yet, but just hearing it brings a huge grin to his face.
The first time I saw my babies playing happily together.
The way that, sometimes, only Mummy cuddles can fix whatever is wrong.
Seeing our son snuggled up sleeping soundly in his Daddy’s arms.
A million firsts; trips to the shops, visiting people, getting to know his cousins, trying different foods, exploring, learning, tasting, seeing so many thing for the very first time. The fascination in a single blade of grass, the determination to pick up the teensiest speck of dirt between two very careful chubby fingers, the look of pure joy the first time he succeeds in doing something, the dreamy, peaceful sleeping face that I could stare at for hours.
Happy First Year, my little Squishlet, love you to bits, mummy xxx