Yesterday I started searching hi and low for the picture of Logan and I as mentioned in this post. Thankfully at some point in time many moons ago I started a photo blog and randomly posted the photo I had been looking for:
I have been looking high and low for a picture of Logan and I when he was a baby. It is a picture of him and I laying on the couch gazing into the camera. It is the kind of pose I am trying to duplicate with Oli now, 6 years later.
- Logan loves taking pictures and he really has an eye for it. I have thought of digging up my old camera and allowing Logan to take as many pictures as he want to.
- One of the first mornings Oliver was home, he walked up to him and greeted him by saying: “Hello my little Squishy-Head”
- The big boy has starting running his own bath (so brilliant!)
- Logan naturally is a very hospitable little boy – he often offers to pour his step-brother juice. About a month and a half ago he offered to make me a cup of coffee. I told him the quantities of the different ingredients and he did everything apart from pouring the boiling water. The last two days, he has made the me coffee from memory and poured the water himself.
*what an absolute bonus considering the fact that coffee is my drink of choice*
I think it is normal for any mother to worry about the older siblings when a baby enters the family. In all honesty I started worrying a couple of weeks leading up to Oli’s arrival and I can honestly say, he has taken things so well. Even with Oli being hospital, he completely accommodated what we as a family needed to do. I am so proud of him!
So why do I still worry about him? I know I need to give him time to adjust. I need to give him the space to figure out his new role in the family.
I know all I can do is be here.
After rushing to Logan’s school and running to the ladies room (my normal routine), I found myself in a passage filled with little creatures known as two-year olds. They are truly fascinating – cute, cuddly and oh so strong-willed! I am not sure if the two-year old blond boy who carried his school bag with fierce strength knows how to flirt – but I am sure he was flirting with me!! He had me eating out of the palm of his hands!
At more or less the same time, I found myself wondering when Logan has lost this appeal. Don’t get me wrong – my kid is still the sexiest, cleverest little shit the world has to offer. But when did Logan develop from cute mini-people-two-year-old to this remarkable little boy. This intelligent boy who wants to write “numbers” and who wants me to feel his muscles after he works out at the gym.
When is it that my four-year old grew from a toddler to a big little-boy? (and please don’t tell me two years ago :p)