Two years old, but on the precipice of three, life with Ziggy is…real.
It's so real.
But aside from his propensity for loud protest should a thing not be to his liking, this kid is a gem. Whip-smart and cheeky as they come. And always, always looking for another chance to snuggle on the couch. My god, this kid can snuggle.
And he grows. As they do. I noticed with a lingering sadness that he has dropped some of his mispronunciations.
His big brother is no longer "Bubba!" but Luca.
Granma is just Granma – not WaWa.
Coachroach is gone – plain old cockroach in its place.
But thank goodness, for now, lounge room is still lounge-droom.
I love lounge-droom.
Linking up with lovely Galit and Alison.
Oh I know this cusp of 3 you write of.
My little Monkey is not so little anymore.
Sigh.
He’s gorgeous, your boy.
Yes, the cusp. It’s happening.
And thank you! xx
Oh sweet friend, he is such a love.
And growing big is such a heart tug.
I love the way you wrote about the changing way he says his important words. Holy wow does it make them sound big!
I adore you, your love, and your mothering heart.
xo
I love how you embrace his cheeky wild spirit. What a gem. I will bd sad too when Elka’s mispronounciations fade away…
Xxx
they grow so fast!!! beautiful shot! full of life.