I have had the most ridiculous soft spot for this Little Man since he was born. Just. Look. At. That. Little. Face!
It may have to do a teeny tiny bit with the fact that he is the first baby amongst my London group of friends and I've known him from bump to toddler, but it is first and foremost just because he is super mega awesome and the coolest little dude on the planet.
As I envisage it, 15 years from now I will be that terrible auntie-that-isn't-really-an-auntie-but-still, who will let Little Man get away with absolute murder and totally buy into the stories of he and his mates are just going to the cinema until 2 am on a Saturday morning. I also have a feeling that I will be his favourite fake aunt but not so much his parents'.
I can't believe he is already two! And his birthday party is the best reason I've had to drag myself out of bed before noon on a Sunday since his first birthday.
Looking cool as ever in his little bow tie and pink trousers I don't think a toddler have ever had so much style - and he's up against the Beckham kids!
As per usual it was full speed ahead. When he was not running around logging his new train set around the flat or climbing up and down the sofa to grab his basket ball, his little hand would appear from underneath the kitchen table to grab a handful of mini muffins. And subsequently throw them all on the floor.
If all my friends keep having kids this cool I will never have to get stretch marks of my own. Keep up the good work gang!
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| Little Man and I, age: 1 week |
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| Little Man and I, age: 1 year |
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| Little Man and I, age; 2 years |
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