We've reached a turning point.
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.
My darling little man is 4 today ( I know what you're thinking/! I look too young right?! Why thank you) Ha! But seriously now 4? 4 feels insanely grown up for a tiny little baby I had in arms, well, 4 short years ago.
For a start, my eldest son Oliver has pretty much (for now at least), got over his most recent bout of jealousy towards his younger brother Alexander, and dare I say it, they're actually playing well together. I even caught Oliver kissing his little wee sibling last night. It was what womb-stirring dreams are made of.
I can still refer to him as my baby right? My little darling Alexander is 1 today (Happy 1st birthday baby Alexander-I'm still calling him baby!) and I really can't believe it. I feel a little emotional and might have had a little cry. It actually feels like yesterday I brought him home from hospital, all thick black hair and chubby cheeks.
...I suppose soon it will be funny things my kids (plural) say as Alexander said 5 words by 8 and a half months and we think he said Mama today-however this post will be dedicated for now to my 3 and a half year old Oliver who cracks us all up on a daily basis! I hope it makes Emma and of course all of you, smile!