Virtually a decade in the past, I shared my good friend Sharon’s concept…
“Each grownup has an age of kid that they’re particularly good with,” she stated — and I nonetheless take into consideration this on a regular basis. My good friend Gemma loves holding new child infants, whereas I at all times really feel a wave of despair remembering these robust early days. I like a wacky three- or four-year-old with their magical pondering and virtually right phrases (Toby used to say “masimoto” as an alternative of motorbike), however Alex has advised me that he prefers the preteen years since you possibly can have deeper conversations and watch motion pictures you each like (I don’t disagree!).
Listed here are a couple of photographs of various ages:
I minimize the boys’ hair myself, they usually nonetheless look candy as pie.
Anton had simply advised me, “Peonies are my favourite flower and in addition each sort of flower.”
Toby was not allowed to get a pretzel from the pretzel truck. I want I might return in time and get him one!
The look in his eyes, haha.
An ideal Sunday itinerary, no notes.
The boys cheering me up once I had the flu.
What about you? Is there an ages you particularly love? Or sit up for? I’m so curious to listen to…
P.S. What shocked me about preteens, and what age hole do your youngsters have?
