At about this time x years ago I was close to 9 months pregnant, laying on the lounge feeling sick and nauseas trying to sleep after a check up with my midwife that morning. Around 7.30 that night, I was feeling a bit better, attempting to eat some dinner with my family when my waters broke without warning. 4 hours later my little boy was already in my arms.
Here is some of his day so far, in photos.
For about two weeks he has been adamant that he have a birthday cake that is a monkey. I hired a tin from a local kitchen store and made this one, its a little wonky but I am over the moon with how it turned out for my first time doing anything like this and he was so excited and happy to see it.
He has ordered meat pie and mashed potato for dinner and I have a big pot of Vege stock bubbling away now to go in my pie.
The kids are out again with Dad and aunty Anna having another bike ride, Little Mr is riding his like he has been riding a two wheeler ( with training wheels ) for ever. So confidant and consistent, without much hesitation at all. He really surprised me. I'm Super proud.
We are all tired but having a lovely day.