I'm sitting here after my hair wash, in my turban, looking like a rather upset plonker.
My baby is growing up.
I was just having a browse through Matalan Christmas Shop and saw a little plate that says 'My Christmas feast', with little sections etc so meant for babies and small children.
I suddenly started crying at the thought that one day, my baby would no longer need/require anything like that. He will be like everyone else with a normal plate.
And I will look back and hold that plate, thinking of times when he was so tiny 
I will look and go, "Ahh, we can't fit your feast on there now, can we my love?" And it'll be all bitter sweet and I will feel a deep sense of sadness.
He's 8 months old and I already think he has the most contented and funny little character. I don't think I've ever adored something/anyone so much. I would do anything for this little boy.
I feel like he's been a baby for only a matter of months. My friend insists he's a toddler now because he can walk, and toddlers 'toddle' so he's a toddler. I had to leave the room and have a little moment to myself 

Apologies for my completely unreasonable post. I'm just feeling really emotionally and DH thinks I need to distance myself and looks very
at me