eighteen months already.
and despite seasonal sickness and tiredness he is (almost) always smiling.
he talks up a storm too. mostly in his adventurous clement tongue - though often the odd few identifiable words will come through strongly.
he's partial to creamy porridge, parsnip and lentil stew and maple sausages.
he twirls about super fast with his brother, moving to any tunes playing.
and more often than not has a toy truck in tow.
kisses are offered freely - particularly to his brother. followed by bear hugs and romps around the floor. then more kisses.
and so the seasonal sickness has no way of escaping us.
soon it will be his second christmas, the first one to really remember.
and I feel that he will LOVE it.