Luca was three and a half.
Sweet lord but he was purty, wasn't he?
It was a simpler time then.
Mainly because this house had a dishwasher and two bathrooms.
This little fella with the golden curls is no more. In his place is a boy on the precipice of five. He started a bridging program to school this week. It was all a bit exciting. And surreal.
Time is stealing away, isn't it?
Two things. First, I am in love with your boys hair. Does that freak you out? Second, how in the hello do you survive without a dishwasher? (from previous post). I am too afraid to move anywhere without mine, otherwise towers of dirty dishes would bury me and my kids alive.
He looks just like you in this photo! A spitting image! Oh and P.S I don’t own a dishwasher either…but then again I don’t have three kids. Pat on the back for you. x
Does not freak me out, no. Would freak me out if you DIDN’T. Look at it! I would KILL for that hair! Alas, it is no more. I pray Harlow grows something similar – I’ll never have to cut hers.
Don’t get me started on the dishwasher-less-ness. A first world problem, yes. But a problem all the same.
He was soooo like me at this stage, Eleni. He really was.
And thank you! I have lots of dish uses and also, clothes wearers. Thank goodness I have a washing machine for those…