I’ve been a bit of a soppy fool lately.
As Frog hurtles closer and closer to her first birthday, I can’t stop looking back. I can so clearly see what I was doing this time last year. I was huge, swollen, fed up.
And then she was born and that was it. Life had begun.
The weekend after Frog made an appearance, her Northern grandparents came to visit. It was a special weekend, as my mum, dad and sister all joined in too. We had a barbecue and I stuffed my face, making the most of the “extra calories” I needed for breastfeeding.
Frog was dressed up in an array of outfits bought by Granny from the North (having had three boys herself she just can’t resist the chance to buy anything small and frilly) and was cuddled constantly.
But aside from the cuddles and the clothes and the constant cooing, it was a momentous day for Frog; it was the first time she ever laid eyes on a proper moustache.
I think you’ll agree Grandad from the North has a tache not to be sniffed at:
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