Mr G is Two

 

There are two wonderful years crammed into that space.  I love you Mr G.  Our Mountain Goat.  Little Am Dram.  Happy Second Birthday!

Two years ago today we were crying with relief when the consultant said I had no option but a c section. At long last we were going to meet you.  My little boy.  So tiny next to your big sister.  A little frog on Daddy's chest, you slept through most of 2008.

One year ago today you took your first step, at Centre Parcs. You to hit the milestone on your birthday and I missed it. 

Since then you have found words, cars, trains, kisses, cuddles, climbing, keeping up with the big kids, not sharing, singing, dancing, television, 'reading', knives and forks, digging, sliding, climbing, swinging, shouting, tickling, making friends, playdough, scribbling, painting, mixing, bags, aeroplanes, yes, no and a very special bear.

Today, who knows, but I know would like one of your 'isses and cuggles' please.