If I blink, I’m sure I’ll see my newborn baby staring back at me again. At the very end of June, my tiny, mewling, red and wrinkled little bundle will turn three years old. Three years old. Suddenly that’s so grown-up.

She proved just how grown-up she’s becoming by insisting on taking her own bag, purse and baby to the shop in her quest for chocolate this afternoon. As well as the pram she pushed all the way there, she had a card to post in the postbox. She took her responsibilities incredibly seriously, even asking me to put her hair into bunches so she could impress any passers-by who might stop to chat. Continue reading »