My Baby is Getting His Wings
In six months my first son, Arjun, will turn five. Five! We have just planed his birthday party. I am being very organised because after five years of parties I have learnt that you need to be. However, while I may be ready for his party I am definitely not ready for him to be five. It feels like yesterday I had a curly haired toddler in a nappy with that sticky outing tummy and cheeky grin. And then someone sprinkled fairy dust and it seems like overnight I now have a fiercely determined, lean, near five year old with a undercut hair style. His cheeky grin is still very much there but the emotional outbursts that were so rampant in his younger toddler years are now replaced with an emotional maturity that at times wish I had. The ability to ask for his own space, take himself outside and punch pillows when he is very cross (something we have encouraged him to do). Do not get me wrong, toddlers are toddlers and while we still have some tantrums but they are becoming few and far between...