Ollie and I headed up to the local shopping centre the other day to escape the oppressive heat (which we did) and to try and finish off our Christmas shopping (which we didn't). During our trip an old lady asked how old Ollie was which caused me to realise that it was his 11 month birthday. Later, Ollie was having a play with the toys in the nursing room while a new mum was feeding her tiny baby. I couldn't believe that suddenly I was the relaxed (albeit mildly exhausted) mother to the small boy while she was looking incredibly terrified with this teeny squealing wrinkled being. It was just a matter of moments ago that I was in her shoes. Given it is only a few weeks shy of the big 12 months (the French champagne is on ice), it totally freaks me out how quickly time has flown by. It has been the most amazing year of my life. Ollie and I have had an absolute blast being a lady of leisure and her son. We've been to mother's group, swimming lessons, coffee with friends, Gy...
We used to be two, then we became three. Now we find ourselves with four. Hold onto your hats because this is going to be a wild ride.