I’m really bad for wishing time away. Wishing it was Wednesday on a Monday morning so I can spend the whole day with Harley or counting down the days until our next holiday. But I really need to stop.
Harley is growing up so quickly and time is moving far too fast. Who do I speak to? I’m more than happy to put in a complaint.
Harley turned 14 months old yesterday. He’s so independent, almost walking and no longer wants his mummy to carry him everywhere. I’m extremely proud that my bestie is growing up into the most handsome, loving little boy but there are times when I just can’t believe he’s not a baby anymore. He doesn’t want his mum to hold his bedtime bottle or have cuddles whilst we’re watching Waybuloo, instead my baby turned stuntman is more interested in turning to climb on the telly or plotting his escape from the living room.
His temperament has totally changed too. He used to be super laid back, content to sit back and watch what was going on (very much like his daddy) but now he’s found his feet and love of music he wants to be up and dancing with an audience and exploring every inch of a room.
Every day is my new favourite stage; every new word and reaction and new skill he learns but it needs to slow down. Before I know it he’ll be 16 and telling me he’s planning a holiday with the lads and that ‘no I can’t drop him to the airport to wave him off cos that’s just embarrassing.’
Anybody else facing the same struggle? Tell me by commenting below.
The Aspiring Yummy Mummy. X