My youngest Son has just turned 13…13 I can’t quite believe it?! We are no longer a household of 2 adults and 2 kids we are now 3 adults and one teenager. WOW!
Luckily this isn’t the first time I’ve been through the teenage years with a Son so I am completely prepared, although Eldest Son breezed through them and youngest son is a completely different kettle of fish!
He was born very quickly on an extremely foggy February morning after a very difficult 8 and ½ month pregnancy. Hubbie was away working and fortunately I had my Dad nearby to take me to the hospital. Complications meant he arrived a couple of weeks early and hubbie missed the birth itself but I was so relieved the baby arrived safe and sound I really didn’t care. I guess my views on childbirth are a bit old fashioned but I really didn’t mind if Hubbie was there or not second time around. I was away with the fairies after large amounts of gas & air and I wouldn’t have known if Queen Elizabeth II herself had wandered through the labour room!
Youngest Son soon began to show his happy, smiley personality and was too cheeky for his own good!
He has always had a very cheeky sense of humour and loves a photobomb…or two!
and has never shied away from the camera
He is bright and witty and adores his friends and his family
and is growing into a truly wonderful young man.