It’s hard to believe that Little Z will soon be hitting “Two and a Half”.
He is still very much my baby, to the point where we still call him “baby”. He always defiantly tells us his name is “Little Z”. He doesn’t like pet names or his name shortened.
He is fiercely independent and wants to do everything by himself. Yet at the same time, when we are out somewhere, he will come running to check that his mummy is still there waiting for him to finish playing.
He is ultra mischievous and charming all at once making you try very hard to keep that straight face whilst telling him off.
We know we have a little ball of energy on our hands, one who we know will love sports. And climbing. And throwing himself off things.
It is amazing to see he is already his own person and sometimes we catch glimpses of him trying to leave the toddler stage and become a little grown up all too quickly, walking with his hands stuffed in his pockets pondering something important.