So, somehow, Little Moore is turning one today!
Well, I guess not technically: seeing as he was born in a Leap Year, he doesn’t get his proper birthday for another 3 years. But we’re celebrating today instead.
It’s been a crazy year since he was born. I’m not going to lie and say it was all fun and easy – parenting is exhaustingly hard work – but I wouldn’t change a thing. He’s a happy little boy with a wonderfully cheeky (still toothless) smile.
I love hearing him chatter away to us and to himself, even when it’s 5am and we just want some bloody sleep.
I love watching him crawl commando style around the living room and try to grab all the things I don’t want him to.
I love that in the bedroom, he always crawls to my bookcase and pulls out Alice in Wonderland.
I love seeing him fall asleep in my arms, just like he did as a tiny baby.
I love seeing him play with his cousin and I hope they grow up to be great friends.
I love seeing him play with his Dad and hear him say ‘Da da’ all day long.
I love that he’s learnt to blow raspberries on my tummy – I thought I was supposed to do that to him?!
I love that he know when to clap in ‘If You’re Happy and You Know It’ or just generally when he’s done something he’s pleased with.
Happy Birthday my little boy. You are so very loved <3