"Oi!"
"Whatchyou talk'n 'bout? Whatchyou doin? You got food?"
This is Joseph, 11mths old. And that above pretty much sums up his first year of life. Inquisitive, adventurous, boisterous, hungry. I'll never forget the night at FOUR MONTHS OLD he ate an entire tin of Heinz Pured Pears and then looked at me like, "Lady.... FINALLY!' That kind of explained why he wasn't sleeping much and was trying to suck my boobs dry. He hasn't stopped eating since.
He started school this week and I just can't believe that. School. What the? He is growing up into the most beautiful, tender-hearted (except when he has the little brother in a head-lock), deep-thinking, caring, considerate little boy.
It breaks my heart that he is growing up and isn't my little chubby-bubby anymore. It also makes my heart skip with joy that I get to enjoy and watch him grow and change every day.
Son's are amazing.
