28 January 2009

16/365 Finn Henry

I'm not sure if it is because he is the baby - the last one that I get to carry around, spend my days with while everyone else is at school, "baby".  The thing is, I am having a hard time imagining him growing up.  I probably should be sending him to preschool this coming September when he is 3, but we have decided to wait another year.  You see, I love my days with him.  I love having him here, playing beside me while I work, helping me in the kitchen, following me around the gardens, inspecting every little thing.  I love when he says "mummy, let's snuggle", or  "mummy, want to play lego?", and when he asks for a hug, a kiss.  I love looking at him while he is busy eating his toast, focused on watching Dora, and I marvel at how little he still looks to me.  He makes me smile every time a phrase comes out of his mouth that really should be coming out of someone much older, much wiser.  But he is wise, much older than his 2 1/2 years.  And he makes me smile - all of the time.


Suzanne : : S.HOPtalk said...

Keep him home as long as you can...what a doll. I always knew there was a good chance my little one would be my only {not by choice}. I think she was nearly 4 when she finally went off to pre school and thankfully, she's a December baby, so I was able to wait and send her off to kindergarten late as well. No need to rush these things...they grow up too fast as it is. But I'm sure you know that! ;) xo

AnNicole said...

He is adorable! I feel the same way about my 14 year old. The terror has started to kick in that he'll be going to college in 3 1/2 years! Hang on to those boys as long as you can.