I’m not going to lie to you, Henry is in a very difficult stage at the moment. And I’m not calling him difficult, I mean I’m finding it difficult. And today I had a
Anyway, you get the drift. When he’s in one of these moods. All he wants to do is get his touchy-feely board books and repeatedly read them. Over and over again. I’m not going to lie to you, it drives me insane. I spent an hour this morning, reading ‘
But then, I stopped. And thought. He’s only 17 months old. All he wants is to curl up with his Mummy and have her read his books to him. Yes, it’s annoying and repetitive but one day, this will all stop. And once I’d realised that
I’ve got to remember that he’s only going to be this age once. I’ve got to cherish every second of his baby years because they’ll be gone in the blink of an eye.