Changing Faces

This month is birthday month for both of our children.  Eldest, Aden, is 8 and youngest, Zara, is 5.


As another year has crept up on us, the unsuspecting parents, we were reminiscing a few days ago about how fast the years seem to have gone and our once little babies are growing fast, rushing towards those teenage years.  


I got to looking through some of the many pictures we have taken of the children over the past 8 years and thought I would share a small collection of them with you via a collage (I used smilebox) 
This is the shortest of journeys through 8 and 5 years respectively


I will leave you to work out which baby picture is Aden / Zara.

Chainging Faces

Oh the Embarrassment

It is a bright Saturday morning. No Zumba for my wife, so we are both dropping kids off at Saturday morning activities. Daughter successfully taken to ballet and now dropping son of at football.

We register our attendance and walk onto the field. Imagine the scene, parents dropping son off at football. Nothing special about that at all.

As usual I kick around with him until the session starts, except today we have addition of mum.
Mum though, suddenly became invisible. He could not see her. His every move on the field proved he could not see mum.

After football we were met by the words. "Never do that again mum!"
"Do what?"
"Embarrass me like that!"
"Sorry?! What do you mean?"
"You came on the football field and tried to play. You even gestured to take one of my friends!"

My poor boy, his whole face had the look of 'Oh, the shame of it!'

I think he would have stayed calm if we hadn't started laughing  :)

Pre teenage hormones

Realised this weekend that there is at teenager inside my seven year old boy.
Some how does not seem right that my little baby has been taken over.

Do not cross the road without looking, please do you're home-work, come to table for dinner are all phrases guaranteed at the moment to ensure that I am wrong for some reason.
So after a day with this "teenager", he just as suddenly switched back to my sweet child again.

I am realising that I have to adapt a lot quicker to my son growing up than I thought I would.

To cap it all, could not get him to do his home work writing over the weekend, but he gets up this morning and finishes 2xA4 sides in twenty minutes.

Oh how I am looking forward to teenage years (NOT!)