Angus is at daycare (or ‘playschool’ as we like to call it) and so Pete and I have the entire day together.
I have really come to enjoy this last day of the so-called working week, where I can spend some special ‘alone time’ with my little chubby man.
Last Friday, for example, we spent several hours at Macquarie together running errands and drinking coffee (don’t worry, I asked for an especially weak one for him). He was such lovely company – he was content the entire time he was in the pram and then when I finally took him out at The Loft Cafe, he was all sorts of happy.
Seriously, I could not have asked for a happier, more cheerful little person.
I can’t believe he’s ten days away from turning ten months. In many ways, I still think of him as my newborn – which is ridiculous, I know, but it really didn’t seem like that long ago that I was feeding and changing him (and getting peed on) during our first few nights together at the hospital.
Anyway, it’s not long now until James arrives, so I’m determined to savour these last few months with Pete as my littlest ‘baby.’
Well, what do you know, there he goes crying now – I guess I’m off to do some ‘savouring.’
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