My Big Boy

It's totally taken me by surprise just how becoming a big brother has made Hugo suddenly seem so big and grown up. Just a few nights before Zoe was born, as I was cuddling Hugo to sleep, I was thinking to myself how small he still felt in my arms, how his feet were still so small and how his head still fitted in the crook of my elbow. Pregnancy hormones could well have been playing a part, but I was getting all teary thinking about the fact that he was still my baby, even though every day he surprises us with just how grown up he can seem to be, especially with his language skills.

So this morning when I saw him sitting at the dining with his bottom on the chair, feet dangling down, and still able to see over the table top to play with his cars, I needed to get out my camera and get some photos of just how big his is getting.