The big boy - our baby boy - is 4. Good grief. He didn't want to be 4. Although he was pretty keen to get presents and cake. Just didn't want to be a big boy. I think he was worried he wouldn't be my baby anymore. After telling him he would "always be my baby", the questions started: "when I'm 14 will I be your baby?" - yes Max; "when I'm 40 will I be your baby?" - yes Max; "will I still be your baby when I'm a poppy?" - yes Max - and then lots of rolling around laughing.
So this fabulous boy......
grew from this amazing baby......
Don't be freaked out by the caesar photo - it's one of my fave pics of all time!
Happy Birthday baby Max. We love you.
peace and love, k, m, r, m xxxx