This weekend was full of blue skies, sunshine, adventure, people watching, tear streaked tiger faces, street party antics, hours at the park, heated words and of course Eurovision. F's sense of adventure is infectious and heart stopping in equal measure and I find myself uttering the words 'be careful' more and more. When I waddled around with my swollen belly I often wondered what type of mama I would be, but nothing quite prepared me for the anxiety I would harbour for this little boy. Will he be ok on that zip line/rock slide/table top? I look down at my baby and realise that he is growing up. Fast.
My boy is wild, spirited and sometimes a tiger.
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