Happy birthday to Henricus Rex! What a year, eh?
This boy is such a delicious thing. He is frantically busy until exhaustion knocks him flat at bedtime. He has charm, and works it shamelessly. Has opinions, and voices them loudly. Pulls amazing faces. Is the reason we’ve roped the fridge and freezer shut. Says ‘dadada’ when he means Tim, and ‘mamama’ when he’s hungry (nice). Will do anything, really anything, to get hold of an iPhone. Holds on to the back of your t-shirt with a fierce grip when you carry him. Thinks that falling asleep on Mummy is for sissies. Totally loses his head when you put him on your shoulders, and pulls your hair out and screams for joy. Wore his first shirt and tie today, and kept rediscovering his tie every half hour, and being pleasantly surprised all over again.
Oh look, a tie! How exciting! How satisfying! For me?
Which sums up how he rolls quite nicely, I think.
Thanks for all of it, lovely boy. Pass me another twelve months.