There's many moments as a parent when you stop and think, "I never want to forget this." From the first cuddle, to first steps and all the little moments in between, I've a whole bank of memories that I cherish and cling to. The latest moment - or in fact moments - to happen all involve the development of John's imagination.
The older he gets, the more I see myself in my Wee Sausage. From wanting to draw pictures 24/7, too chewing his sleeves; he's most definitely my son. And as a kid, I had a wild imagination; including imaginary friends & pets, building houses at the bottom of our garden for the fairies and forever playing with dolls & toys, creating a whole, in-depth world of my very own. John's own imagination is going in a similar direction.
He lines up his cars and creates a crash at the front, slowly diverting each car whilst repeating to them, "uh-oh, crash!". He runs around the house, hands in the air, roaring as loud as he can, stopping to tell me he's a dinosaur. On the walk home from nursery he'll take my hand and starting running, telling me Daisy Duck is coming & that she's going to catch us. Stacking up his cars on top of one another and telling us they're broken, just like the ones at the scrap yard. Telling me that the pussy cat we saw on the way home was going for it's tea of fish, that it'd bought from the shop, with pennies from it's Daddy.
A wild imagination that knows no bounds, that reality can't fault. By far the best part of being a kid.
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He is growing so fast - look at him in his little hoodie, I just want to hug him!! Their imaginations really are fantastic x
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