Yep, my very last baby is up on his feet, sniff sniff. I've always thought once a baby starts walking they aren't a baby anymore. Well I am not ready. I still want a baby. I have so enjoyed this gorgeous boy. My husband tells me I am just besotted. And I am. It is a feeling other girlfriends share when they have their final third or forth child. That last child fills a special place in your heart. Don't think I don't adore my girls also. I love sharing their lives as they grow up. I love to watch them contributing to conversations, having their own opinions and developing their own thoughts. I am grateful to them for what they have taught me as a mother and I think Edward will benefit from that experience. I know now that it won't be too long before he is their age also. But just for now, I want to be able to wrap him in my arms and sing him our favourite lullaby. Not too much to ask is it? You know by the third you have to cherish every moment.
Speaking of cherishing moments. My mum is out from England for the next couple of weeks. My Granma is staying with us too and we are having a wonderful time. Consequently, there wont be too much blogging going on, but I will leave you with a snap of the goodies my mum brought over with her;
mags from the U.K. and U.S., gorgeous co-ordinated wrappings, a very old and very beautiful Wedgwood plate (I can never have too much blue and white china) and a new glue gun. Yes, my mum knows what makes me tick.
Oh, and thanks for the lovely comments about my wall and I hope everyone enjoys that slice as much as I do.