BlOGMAS #15 | Noah You're Three!

I don't know how it's happened, as I'm writing this, we're two days away from your third birthday but it doesn't feel a moment ago that I was sat overdue huffing and puffing that everyone due after me was meeting their babies before me. I wanted to see my son, but my goodness, you were worth the wait. You're courageous, feisty, thoughtful and amiable, It's nothing but a complete privilege to call myself your Mum. I can't believe how much you've grown over the past year, not in height but in spirit and mind, this time last year we sat and wondered how you'd be with your brother, we looked forward to watching your relationship grow together and not a day goes by when we regret giving you a sibling. With Patrick you're so gentle, loving and understanding, you've never had enough and no matter what mood you or he are in, you always want to make him smile, and that you do my boy. I look at you sometimes, and wonder how you got so beautiful, those big conker brown eyes, your chubby cheeks that I'm sure could help you survive a hibernation and those soft hands that are amongst my favourite to hold. It really does feel surreal that you're ours, you have become everything I could ever wish for and more.

The past year has been one of trials and tribulations, we've had ups that have been euphoric and downs that have been unyielding but we're here, waving off that year with a big fat tick that we all survived the 'terrible twos'. Even in the midst of all those terrible moments, and let's be honest, there have been many, you've learnt your own mind and you want to use it, we have laughed till our sides ache, because how can I be grumpy when your honesty is so raw - 'Mummy you're getting on my nerves'.

So, more about how you've changed and how you're more of the same. Gangan, is still you're one and only, he's above and beyond any of us without a doubt. Probably as he lets you have chocolate at 8am and would ride around on the lawnmower for days with you. I predict this not to change for at least the next 4 years. You really don't shut up, something I pride myself on as you're speech is second to none, you've always been a chatterbox and I'm sure will continue to be so. The changes in you? You're not so much my little dumpling anymore with a santa tum, you really have got that stretch on everyone said was coming, which you enjoy because you can now reach all of the light switches at home. Toilet training is cracked and you still like to gobble most things in sight, though if you could eat Strawberries and Apricot for a lifetime, I think you would be quite content. Tractors and diggers are still very much your thing, I don't know if we've passed one yet without you squealing in excitement that I need to 'look Mummy LOOK'. Colours and numbers are second to none with you, so our next goal is writing and letters, which I can't wait to start doing some really focused activities with you. over the coming months.

All in all, Noah, you're doing so well, you never fail to amaze me, with your words, actions or thoughts. I truly am incredibly lucky to be able to call you my son. I can't wait to see what this next year brings for us.