Flynn turns 4

In 2 weeks my little curly one will turn 4. I say it a lot. People say it a lot. But I really mean in when I say where has this year gone. It literally feels like just last month it was his 3rd birthday party. 

He's grown so much in this past year. From a toddler just learning to boy with lots of opinions and witty-ness. He is very clearly a proper boy into proper boy things. Football, Spider Man, The Hulk, fighting, building, and computer games. As soon as he see's our guy friends coming he's straight in there with a fist pump and a play fight. As soon as Daddy comes home it's a "can I play you file on Zelda". He's for ever putting Isla in jail and showing her how to play with his Batcave. He's all about the rough and tumble.

Teeny tiny

Take a step back from this and he's quite a sensitive creature. He needs kisses and cuddles (on his terms) and has to know what we're doing that day and where we're going and who we're going to see. He likes to tell you how he's done something. And when he says look, he really means look. He watches Peter Rabbit before a bed time story and likes to be carried to bed 'like a baby', by Daddy always. When he cries it's a real heart felt, tearful cry and you can't help but run to the rescue. 

Sibling, no?

3 has definitely been a testing year. Terrible two's, shitty three's. I can only wonder what 4 will bring. As the year has gone on he's shown a real personality and a massive leap in behaviour. He can get his point across now which has been a huge help. Nursery has been a god send and he loves it. September brings school. I'm definitely more nervous then Flynn! But he's ready. He's ready to learn instead of play. He's ready to make new friends and start new adventures.

We have horrible bad days when I shout too much and he doesn't listen much but more often then not our days are good and I love watching him want to try things by himself (even if it does include a million and 1 questions). I love watching him with Isla, showing her all the things he knows and she tries so hard to copy. I cannot wait for 4, and I'm more then sure Flynn can't wait either.

Two's enough

People ask me a lot "when are you having another one?" or "what are you going to do when Flynn starts school, have another?". I don't know if they truly are asking me a genuine question or if they're just making small talk. My answer is always the same. Two is enough. In my head I'm screaming FOR NOW. When I say "No way, two's enough" my heart isn't really in it. I'm not committed.

Two really is enough, at the moment. I love being pregnant and those first 12 weeks when you and your Baby Daddy are the only ones in the world who know about this precious life, that over whelming rush of love when you first see that little face, all those new born cuddles and watching them sleep like nothing else matters in the world. And then, that milestone, the one I was practically forcing Flynn to do and holding Isla back with all my strength. Crawling. Once they learn to crawl it's all crazy from here on. Your ears, eyes and everything else are in all directions. 

These precious babies get a whole new lease of life. Freedom. And then they get cocky and start trying to stand up and grab all kinds of shit. You can't even go for a wee with out them following you or rushing to the next danger spot whilst Mama aint looking! And then they get a little bored of the freedom and mellow a little bit. Then the walking. EVERYTHING is a danger zone. Corners to bang heads on start appearing where you had no idea they existed before. And don't get me started on the not being able to talk. We'll by pass the terrible two's all together.

And then they get fun again. And then my ovaries are pining away to do their job and my heart jumps at the sight of a new born. And then I stupidly start to think logically. 2 really is perfect right now. We only have two bedrooms. We cannot afford to buy a new car. And Isla is only 16 months old. We said we'd have 4 kids, but that was before Flynn was even born! Enough said.

So people with out kids, stop asking me if I'm going to have a football team. And when I'm going to pop out any more. Because my heart aches every time I have to say no.

My troubles-some two keep me on my toes & I'm happy with that!