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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

Kicks and Flutters

Not much to report today other than it's J's birthday and Peanut's kicks are definitely growing stronger and more regular. It's such a weird and yet magical feeling. We went for lunch today with our friends and their little girl who is 3 years old. As soon as she sat next to me and started chatting away, Peanut started kicking to the point where it was making me jump. I notice the kicks and flutters so much more when there are small children around. I wonder if its the difference in pitch and my tone that makes Peanut so active? I know our baby can hear us deep within my womb, maybe the volume and pitch of different voices provide some kind of stimulus. Who knows?!