My little dude.  

You have become your father's mate.  I'm sure that Ryan did this too around this age, but at the moment, you want to play with daddy, daddy to change your nappy, daddy to wipe your face, daddy to
click you in to your car seat.  Some days it hurts my heart, but I know that you love me.  You will
always be my baby.  You will always be my brown eyed boy.  My Elliot.  

I love that you are always keen to join in with whatever else is going on in our house, and if you really don't want to join in, you happily go off and make your own fun.  

Your language is really coming along and often I can hear you having some great little conversations with yourself.

You have always enjoyed helping either me or your dad, and we love it.  If dad is going to mow the
lawns, well you are right there beside him with your earmuffs on and pushing your lawnmower
behind him.  If I'm sweeping the floor, you are right there with the brush and shovel to pick up the
crumbs and mess.  You like knowing that you are helping us, trying to be a good boy and getting
​praise from either your dad or I.

You complete our little family and we love you very much.
xx 

I love this girl.
She is one of my best friends.
She is loving.
She is considerate.
She is tough.
She is soft.
She is a great mum to their energetic boys.
She is looking fantastic.

A Sunday morning took me for a drive out to Whitford to meet this family.  
They were welcoming, loving, relaxed and mum was looking SUPERB after only giving birth less than 3 weeks prior!!