I don’t know why it continues to surprise us that time moves on and children inevitably grow and change. It is only for my love of everything that Cooper has been, that I am a little sad each time he moves into a new phase, but more excited for all that the new brings each time this happens. Now sitting, trying his hardest to crawl, pulling himself up on anything low enough to throw his body weight over to gain momentum and teeth popping out nearly daily, my tiny little newborn has long gone.
Still holding the record for one of the most chilled out, go with the flow babies I know, he has an inquisitive nature, which is sure to mean cupboard locks soon enough. Cooper adores his sister as does she – they play games throughout the day and have there own little secret whispers. He absolutely beams with the widest grin possible at the sight of his Daddy and even plays a little coy sometimes, dropping his head and peeking a look out of the corner of his eye with the cheekiest grin. Perhaps I am dreaming but I swear he calls Mumma when he needs me and when I pick him up he still nuzzles against my chest like he has just found his long lost favourite teddy even though the milk has gone.
A precious child, precious moments, my precious family – A precious time for me!
