This is my seconds Mother's Day and my little guy is almost one and a half. He is much more fun than he was last Mother's Day! I am happy to admit I didn't overly love the newborn stage, or even the six month stage ... pretty much right up until about one I felt like a warm-blooded zombie with a vaporous soul. He was a handful, he was fucking adorable, but he was really a handful. He stopped drinking milk at about nine months, he didn't like to be put down - ever, he found napping hard and he didn't sleep though the night until his first birthday. OMFG!
Saying all that, we had good times, so many good time (I have the instagram pics to prove it to myself), and his dad has been amazing throughout. He reminds me all the time that I'm a great mum and that my job is as important as his (he has a pretty important kinda job) when I get feel guilty for being a stay-at-home mum.
The shops have been gearing up big-time for Mother's Day, with glossy catalogues of all the things we mums love - robes, slippers, mugs?
I always thought the days was a total wank and really just a Hallmark holiday - and it is - but now that I'm a mum I've gone all soft in the head or something. I am actually looking forward to my first craptacular little gift made with love by little hands. A card with pasta stuck to the front or a blob of clay, I am already getting all sentimental about how sweet it will be.
Today I got a rock. He loves coming up to me at the park with things and putting them in my hand while saying what they are. Such a little sweetie pie.