Not for those with a weak disposition - you have been warned!

I still vividly remember meeting my son for the first time, the ride home from the hospital (he hated being in that car seat), the awe and wonder of having a child after being a couple for so long. It boggles my mind when I look at him today and see a boy. Not a toddler or a little boy, but a big boy! He has a phenomenol memory that continually floors us. I love his imagination and his sensitivity and the fact that he still loves to cuddle and hold my hand when we're out somewhere. He is my firstborn, my only son and he will always be so special to me.

He also has a fascination with poop!!!! Not any poop, but his poop. He likes to describe it to us, whether it be a 'giant, giant poo, up to the ceiling' or as in last night's case 'a scissor poo'? Yes, I did ask (I had to!) and apparently a scissor poo is 'sharp coming out of my bottom'!!!!!

I had to laugh. He said it in all innocence and it made perfect sense. He really is a lovely boy :)