Weekly Round Up

6th December 2013

It's my baby's birthday today! He is now eight years old. The first thing that means to me is that there is no more booster seat. I will miss it, if I'm honest. I have an attachment to it, which albeit may be unnatural, but I do. It makes me feel like my small giant is not in fact almost a big boy, which is almost a pre-teen, which is almost a teenager, which is almost flying the coup.  Really. First they made me give up his cot. Then his high chair. Then his baby seat – and now this….