Sponges

In the past few days I've realised how much little brains are like sponges.  Eight months ago my son couldn't hold his head up and here he is clapping  - cue proud mummy.  The second day of 'clap clap clap' Theo now claps when you ask him to, not just when you clap - cue mummy almost in tears that her baby is growing up and can now recognise words!

So what's next? Waving? Crawling? 100m Sprint?

Us!

After 9 months of maternity leave I have decided to become a stay at home mummy and am really looking forward to my 'new job'.  Something new happens every day with Theo and I'm so grateful I'll be there to see it all.  My blog is to help keep me sane and to also include all those we love, but don't get to see as often as we would like to, in our family journey.

As it stands right now, we have been married for 2 years

Have our lovely little home in Westbury which is 2 years old to us

and had our gorgeous little bundle of joy, Theo, who is 8 months old.

So that's about it, the journey of a young family.

Today's Poem

My Baby Boy and Me

It's three am, they're all asleep, and no one is here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth, my baby boy and me.
His little hand is feather light tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine, and stroke his baby skin.
The house about us creaks and groans, the clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still, and makes his baby sounds.
I love these quiet hours so much, and cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart for lonely nights to come.
All too soon he'll be grown up, his need for Mama gone.
But until then I still have time for kisses and for song.
Time for quiet hours like this with him cuddled in my arms.
Where I wish he'd always stay protected, safe and warm.
And yet I know the day will come when his tiny little hand,
will be bigger than my own. He'll grow to be a man.
But until then he's mine to love with no one here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth, my baby boy and me.