When I was pregnant with Roo, our first child, there was a song playing on the radio by The Feeling which I really loved. It seemed to be the soundtrack to our last sprog-less holiday, a sun-filled trip to South West England. Every time I hear it now I think of that happy expectant time when we had no idea what was in store for us, but looked forward to it all the same.
I didn't realise at the time how prophetic the song would be in the case of Roo. He fills my days chocablock with talk, questions, amazing ponderings and busy doings while keeping me on my toes trying to think of activities to stop the dreaded, 'I'm boooooooorrrrrred'. Although, lately he has become more independent in 'making and doing' and I can't walk towards the bin with any form of cardboard without it being recommissioned by him into a superhero mask or sword for himself, his brothers or even his teddies. Now he has started school, his world has become a lot more full and interesting and subsequently our house is much quieter in his absence. Poonch, in particular, seems to be out of sorts when he is away. Please God this step will be the start of a happy, fruitful and 'fulfilling' time for Roo.
All in all, he is a very thoughtful, kind, helpful, sensitive, inquisitive, perceptive, sometimes maddening little chap and I thank God for him coming along to fill my little world right up.
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