Thursday, September 29, 2016

My Last Baby

Flynn turned one last Friday the 23rd September and so I farewelled my last baby.  Never again will I have a little bubba nestled in my arms.  Despite all of the difficulties I've had, I will miss that stage.

Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to him growing up, being able to do more things.  But I just love bubbas.  Knowing that it would be oh so very unwise to have another one brings me much grief.

It was a happy day, celebrating my cheeky redheaded munchkin's first year of life outside the womb.  He is such a character and a delightful addition to our family.

Present time!

Big brothers are great for help with unwrapping presents.

I tried to make a '1' cake, but it didn't quite turn out.
Another cake fail.  Nevertheless, it was very tasty.

With Nanny (my mum).

What a difference a year makes! 


Wendy said...

As someone who's finished at three and knows that was right (for several reasons different to yours) I have a small inkling of how you feel. My "baby" is 11 and doesn't cuddle much at all any more. I still love cuddling babies (more than I did when I had my own, I was simply too tired and felt too needed and trapped at that time) and looking at baby bumps! I so wish I could have been there more when my sisters had little ones, but I only was in the country for one out of seven of my nieces/nephews births. I try to enjoy cuddling other people's bubs whenever I get the chance, which isn't very often.

Iris Flavia said...

Sorry to hear this was your last baby, Sarah.
Happy Birthday anyways, and yes, time flies! My littlest Niece will turn 2 on Wednesday!