Toddlerhood

our little zay boy is two.

i don't even know where those 730 days have gone.

i still remember the midwife 

(whilst i was mid push)

telling me "he looks like a ginger."

my dear boy,

you are one crazy kid.

you are full of life.

you are cheeky and mischievous

but you love your mumma like no ones business.

you have made me run over 1,000km's at least.

you can throw a wicked tantrum.

you are a screamer.

you make me work for just about everything.

but you have the most fun sense of humour.

your smile can light up the room.

your hair matches your personality and we love it.

my life would not be the same without you in it.

you are and will always be my baby boy.

we spent the day doing all your favourite things.

we got bliss balls from boost.

we walked around the shops going on all the little $2 rides that would work.

you ate a finger bun for lunch.

you swam all afternoon.

we got a slushy after school pick up.

we had a blue cake with sprinkles at your request.

you are one lucky boy to have two brothers that absolutely love you

(most of the time.)

i feel at peace to know that they will always looks after you and make sure that you're safe.

welcome to terrible two's and toddlerhood my beautiful boy.

let's try and make it to three.