A day out with just Oliver since Alexander's arrival so far have been few and far between. With a little brother in tow and regular pre-school, it's hard to get my now 4 year old to myself.
Last Sunday we spent the day with Rachael, Richard, Holly & Henry for a roast at the Olive Tree, one of my parents' restaurants followed by park time with the kids and a long walk in the Autumn sunshine to work off the large lunch.
Aw, soft focus pictures of our boys together kissing and cuddling, Oliver our firstborn and heir looking lovingly at his younger brother, our darling baby Alexander. Bless.
Fast forward a year. Oliver realises his brother is sticking around for more than just the photo opp (and he's loud, confident and wants to play with his toys). Like forevs. The adoration is still there, sure it is. But from Alexander to his older brother. A spends his days gazing at Big Bro brimming with love and admiration.
Mothers Day always holds a special place in my heart, more so now that I'm a mother myself. I have always celebrated it, also sending cards and flowers to my beloved Grandma when she was alive. In the UK, Mothers Day is the 10th of March so I want to dedicate this post to my Mama, the family's rock: an inspiration and hard act to follow.
Here's my adorable little baby boy Alexander, aged 4 months old. Time is flying by. Please stop. Soon you'll be talking, walking and asking me for the keys to my car.
