Always Be My Baby

Can it be two years? Already?

Two whole years since this little bundle entered the world? Not possible. Surely it was just a blink ago that they held up this blurry shape and called, "It's a boy!" But this little man is not a baby any more. Tomorrow, he turns two. My kids have told me firmly: No computer for you tomorrow, mummy. It's Scrag's birthday.

So I'm sneaking a post in before then...

An Ode to My Baby who is no longer really a baby...
but who will always and forever be my baby.

"My Scraggadag"

The little one who makes me laugh and smile daily, at a hundred different things.

The little one whose chuckle stops supermarket traffic

The little one we thought long and hard before having...
(and now aren't we so thankful that we did?)

He has big blue eyes

And a smile that rivals the sun's brightness

His chunky thighs deliver a powerful kick

His chubby dimpled hands reach out trustingly

His deep little voice is learning to string together words

Mine, mummy! No! No numnums! Gucky poo, mummy!

Down, Mummy, peeaase!! Mooove Doshy! Me mummy knee!

Ah my sweet little boy. My littlest one,
You will no doubt end up the tallest of us all.

My almost-two, nearly-not-a-bub who wears size nine shoes

Doesn't matter how tall you grow...

I'll always be your mummy

And You will always be my baby.

Happy Birthday Darling Scrag.
16 April 2008
xxx