Twenty Three Months

In less than a month, my baby will be two. I started this blog when he was just five months old and I feel like this has been the best possible record of his first two years that I could ever have. I can't quite believe how quickly the months have flown, but this only acts as a reminder to savour them, for everything they are. My lovely boy is becoming so independent of late. Putting things away, helping Scott and I around the house, making us laugh with his cheeky sense of humour. Sure, he is feisty and wild and downright frustrating. He can push me to the brink and back again at times. But on the whole, he's an absolute delight. And as I've always said with Angus... I could have a dozen boys like him and still want more. But I'm grateful for just one. He's so very special to us. For a long (jealous) time there, I thought I'd never be able to say this... but these two are now like two peas in a pod.

Looking very Incredible Hulk like, busting out of his SIZE 2 Charley Bear onesie... obviously a small make.