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Oliver turns 4: the birthday blog


I put a three year old boy to bed tonight knowing that in the morning he will be a big four year old.

So in keeping with the usual birthday traditions around here, I'd like to share with you some of the things that delight me about this little guy.

- he says "foof" when he means to say "phew"
- he is fast.  really fast.  he runs absolutely everywhere he possibly can.
- he is a great little swimmer but is still terrified every time he gets in the pool.
- he can't go to sleep without his toy dog Stanley and toy panda Pandy.
- he thinks sticky tape can fix anything. torn books, toys or little injuries.
- he acquires an Irish accent after playdates with his friend who has an Irish accent.
- he loves his little sister a crazy amount but just can't seem to stop himself from being rough to her.
- he laughed really hard the other night in his sleep.
- he says really big words but puts his own twist on them, like "imagi-ation".
- he picks me flowers every single time we go for a walk.  It drives me mad a bit that we have to keep stopping but then I realise that it won't be forever that he will want to pick flowers for his mummy.
- he gives me sleepy smiley little kisses and cuddles when he wakes up from a nap.
- he always ask "mummy are you going to sell this t-shirt?" before he wipes his nose on it.

Ollie, if there was ever any doubt that you had stopped being a little baby, this year cleared that up. You are well and truly a real little boy now.  This was the year you learned to write your name and read some words.  It was the year you learned to ride a bike and you became a little scooter hoon.  Your personality has developed more than ever before and while you are quite the handful you are surprisingly insightful and perceptive.

Soon you will start kindy and next year (!!!) you will start school.  I cannot believe how quickly the years have flown.  It honestly feels like only moments ago when they placed your tiny little body on my chest and I instantly fell in love with you.  You are my first, my boy.  You are the one who tells me it is okay if I am ever sad.  You are the one who is the most rough and tumble but also the sweetest and most gentle.  You elbow me in the arm and then tell me you love me.

I look forward to watching you grow up but as I sit here on the eve of your fourth birthday I am only too aware that this marks the end of your time as my little tiny boy.  If you don't mind, I will continue to cherish those moments when you pretend to be a baby and sit on my lap and call me 'mama'. You hardly fit on my lap anymore but it is worth it.

You will always be my baby.  I love you so much my little birthday boy.  xx




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