Today my little Pip Squeak is two. We got back from Europe on Tuesday and despite my very best efforts not to have Pip’s birthday be a stereotypical third baby last minute job I’ve still got a sleeve to knit on his sweater, I fell asleep trying to stay up and finish his birthday video for a post on Thursday and I have birthday portraits but not birthday words (yet). He’s had a wonderful day and so I’m certain he’ll never really mind if his birthday day turns into a birthday weekend, and after I tucked him sleepily into his bed tonight, I came downstairs to have a little look at what he’s been up to over the last year.
I so often find myself looking at him and wondering just when he got so big, there’s no trace of the baby in the little boy who sang happy birthday to himself today anymore, and seeing him every day it feels like his babyhood may have scampered off in the night. But looking back, I can see exactly when it was, it was the year when he was one: