534. THREE.

My baby, my teeny tiny 8lb 8oz bundle of joy, will be three tomorrow. At exactly 7.22am. I've literally spent the last hour poring over photos from the last three years, yelling "Ohmygosh!!" & drowning my sorrows in wine. It's crazy. I look at pictures and it feels like I only took them yesterday. I'm literally a wreck right now, I keep bursting into tears and pouting excessively. It's been an incredible three years, but it's flown by so fast. I'm so lucky to be his Mama.

I started looking through pictures to put together some of my favourites from the last three years, but then I saw I'd done the same thing last year, so if you want to see the first two years, go here. I'm just going to continue with some of my favourites from the last year. & sit and shake my head, thinking over and over 'This just doesn't seem possible!'














I've got a few posts I want to write, a yearly update & a letter to my boy so I won't get too mushy here. We're going to spend the day at home together tomorrow, Joshua's still poorly and Colin's home from work because he's hurt his back, so we'll have some family time & do whatever he pleases. We've only got him a couple of presents this year - we went the "something he wants, something he needs, something to wear, and something to read" route because he has SO MUCH STUFF. Total fail, just went to wrap his presents at 10:30 and ran out of wrapping paper, twice! Jake is wrapped in black & white striped paper, his clothes & pyjamas are wrapped in pink spotty paper, and Captain Hook is in a plastic bag!! Oops! I've hidden them too, so we can have a little treasure hunt in the morning! I'm so excited, and so sad, all at once. Oh, kiddos.

Lots of Love
Momma B
xxx