Today our little one is two.
I can't believe he was ever this tiny (or that we somehow muddled through those early days without any major disasters).
Now he's a lot more robust - no doubt his legendarily huge appetite has something to do with that - and is such a happy little boy.
This morning we came downstairs to new toys and cloudy, wet weather (hence the fuzzy images, sorry) so no trying out the new trike until tomorrow. But it still had that Christmas Day feeling. And this year Joe has mastered the art of wrapping-ripping.
I had to scoot over to visit my mum for a few hours but tomorrow we're hoping to get to the beach. If the weather lets us. I am talking about the Lancashire coast here...
Happy birthday to my lovely Joe.
And Happy Weekend to you.