Dear Son #3, Seven. Years. Old. I feel like it was just yesterday we had to get your brothers up in the middle of the night so that we could welcome you and your very large head into the world. Over the previous nine months, everyone thought you were a girl to a point where… Continue reading Boy oh boy.
Dear Son #1, Thursday you turned five. Five. I have no idea where that time went but I know that we've had a lot of fun during it. You have never ceased to amaze me in these years with your sense of humour (mildly warped which I can appreciate), your quick comebacks and observations, quirky… Continue reading Five going on 55.
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