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.
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| Present time! |
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| Big brothers are great for help with unwrapping presents. |
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I tried to make a '1' cake, but it didn't quite turn out.
Another cake fail. Nevertheless, it was very tasty. |
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| With Nanny (my mum). |
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| What a difference a year makes! |
2 comments:
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.
Sorry to hear this was your last baby, Sarah.
Happy Birthday anyways, and yes, time flies! My littlest Niece will turn 2 on Wednesday!
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