I can't believe that next weekend is Sam's birthday and that he wasn't even here this time last year. He has developed so much in 12 months it's mind blowing really. I was thinking of finishing the blog after his first birthday but I have decided to carry it on, although I won't be such a 'new dad' any more, there is still so much to learn and think about and document. I think we have been incredibly lucky to have such a beautiful, funny, healthy (so far, fingers crossed) boy. I put him to bed tonight and almost wanted to cry when I saw his little face looking up at me. It's such a difficult feeling to describe, the uniqueness and depth of the love that you feel for your kids. It's utterly overwhelming. I'm in awe of it.
Sam is currently going though a 'not interested in food' phase which means every meal time takes about an hour of mummy and daddy trying to distract him with toys, games and by leaping about, all so we can slip in a mouthful of food when he is not looking. When he does eat, he looks like Henry the eighth at a medieval banquet, ripping everything to shreds and spitting half of it out whilst throwing his food smeared head back to glug / spill the contents of his beaker down his front.
The kitchen looks post-apocalyptic after every meal, tiny plastic figures half buried in yoghurt rivers float past battery operated toys farting out their dying electronic spasms as the apple juice soaking renders them useless. You get the picture....
Basically, he's brilliant.
