I know he’s nearly two and a half. He’s learning stuff every week, and it’s amazing. He wants to do things himself - put the cereal in his bowl (which has to be the right colour, of course), open the car door, get snacks from the fridge, flush the toilet… Things gets messy, or sometimes slightly un-safe, and it’s not always easy to know when to let him do things without help.
His speech is starting to become really good - he can count, knows a few colours, tell his sisters off, and tell me what he did at nursery (sort of!).
He’s basically growing up. Which is amazing, and I’m so proud of him. But I do find it really hard at the same time. In a lot of ways, for me, he’ll always be my baby… ❤