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THE PUDDING YEARS

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Oh I miss The Pudding Years!

This adorable pic popped up on my timeline memories today and oh – the ache within my womb…

This is my beautiful son Brodie, during what I like to call ‘The Pudding Years’, those halcyon days when their squashy, warm, pudding-like little bodies could be effortlessly picked up and completely enveloped in a hug so tight, it was like being plugged into the mains of life itself.

He is now almost 6 and cuddles with both him and his big brother, are rather awkward exchanges these days; with knobbly elbows, knees and long limbs everywhere. Still wonderful, still amazing but what I wouldn’t give for one squeeze of this edible little man below.

You know when lovely, well-meaning older ladies stop you in supermarkets and say ‘Enjoy these days my love, they go so fast.’ And you think, ‘Fast – are you kidding – each day feels like a week!’ Maybe you just had a night of wake-ups, a nappy explosion from hell and a morning of tantrums and you feel like bedtime is at least a month away…

Well they are right, they are so very right. The days actually fly by and unlike normal days in our adult life-spans, each day counts for so much more, because your little people are changing so much with every one that passes.

The changes are awesome too, but when you look back, it’s hard to believe how they used to be.

Enjoy the Pudding Years ladies, if you can, I know they are as hard as they are wonderful.

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THE PUDDING YEARS/ TIME GOES BY SO FAST WITH CHILDREN

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