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And just like that, in the blink of an eye, you turned two years old. 

I don't think I ever really, really appreciated how quickly time flies until I had you, my rocket-propelled, aviation-obsessed space cadet wannabe. I last wrote a blog post in August! You've grown into almost a whole different person since then! To write about all your funny quirks, your little sayings, your loves and pet hates would take almost a year to write in itself. So I'll just content myself by immortalising forever the cute way you say:

'Of course!'

'Good idea, Mummy!'

and

'Oh my goodness!' 

You are a walking exclamation mark. You don't want to hold my hand anymore - you just want to 'run around'. You break my heart and mend it again every single day. You are a prolific lover of the word 'no'. You push your friends and then say 'sorry' in the most heart-melting way. Mummy and Daddy are your best friends. Dumdy Tiger is your bedtime buddy that gets the lovely job of cuddling you all night long.  

Today you learnt how to say 'come play with us' (meaning me), I wonder if this time next year you'll still want to be my friend? You'll still want to play? Whether rockets and cars and tiny taxi and fire car and airplanes and trains will still be your most favourite things in the world. 

This year has been far less emotional for me (until now). Watching you grow and develop your little character has been a wonderful experience. You may not be my tiny baby anymore, but you are my jet-fuelled, golden-haired boy, running with the wind and into my arms. 

Happy birthday to you, little one.

Two years old. 

I love you to the moon and back xxx