Tuesday, 31 January 2012

40 Week & 6 Days

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Dear Munchie,

For 286 days I carried you inside me. I kept you safe, calmed you with my movement, lulled you to sleep as my heart beat against you. In return you reassured me that you were ok with your gentle movements and kicks.

Every day I wonder where the time has gone and where my baby has disappeared to.

You have changed so much recently. As hard as I try, I can not help but compare you to your brother. You are growing more and more alike to your brother in your looks yet to me you are so very different. Your temperament, mannerisms, development,  such a very different personality.

At this age your brother was just learning how to rock on all fours. You have been crawling for a few months already and are now confidently cruising around the furniture.

Your brother was so cautious, careful and considered in his discovery of the world. You are so care free, brave, adventurous and mischeivous.

Your brother would sit, concentrate and play. You are inquisitive and intruiged to go in search of new things.

Munchie, there are things which you do that are yours and yours alone. Things that I remember for you and not for comparisons to your brother. Your hands reached upwards for mummy to scoop you up, your waves of delight when we come into the room, your curious frown at the door when daddy and Snaffles leave for work and school.

Despite this it is your brotherly bond that makes my heart both melt with love and swell with pride

Hearing your first vocal expression of the morning be directed to your big brother
Hearing his footsteps across the landing as he goes into your room each morning to see you. Footsteps which used to head to us have been replaced with a new path each morning.
Watching you turn to him when we collect him from school.
Watching you crawl down the hallway each morning as Snaffles and daddy leave for school and work.
Watching you crawl into Snaffles bedroom to seek him out.
Watching Snaffles look out for you as you are playing, passing you toys you have dropped.
Watching his patience with you when you are taking toys from him which you shouldn't.
Watching him sing and pull faces at you in the car when you are upset.

My boys, so very different children yet both the apple of the others eye.




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2 comments

Corinne said...

What a lovely post, I never understood the joy and bond of 2 brothers until having my 2 youngest, it is a special time to be part of x

Chloe Brewer said...

Beautiful post and gorgeous pic! x
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