My little buddy

It's so nice being the centre of someone's world. At the moment there is no question that I am the little guys favorite person and although it can be a little draining I'm aware it's a fleeting phase (refer tiny being above!) and I'm sure he will soon be all about Daddy, like Isla is. So I'm just enjoying all of the cuddles and devotion while I can.

A few things that give my heart a good squeeze when I think about them are:

• He is such a sweet, placid guy. When I put him down for a nap lately he does his little chubby-fingered, whole-hand wave and says "ba bay". Sweeeeeeet boy.
• He follows me around the house yelling "Ma! Ma!" whenever he loses sight of me.
• When he nods, he is agreeing with such vehemence that his whole body nods. Such enthusiasm.
• Last night I said to him "Can you say Nana?", he replied "Nana". Then i asked "Can you say Grandad?" His reply? "Nana". Ha, so he's got the association right and granted, Grandad is much trickier to say!
• Last Sunday, I sat in the sun at the park while the kids and Francis played over the other side of the field in a sand pit. Several times, my little buddy ran backwards and forwards over about 200m on his chubby, stubby, 18 month-old legs to proudly present me tiny handfuls of sand clutched in this little fists. Not a very exciting gift maybe, but priceless because of the effort involved to bring it to me. So determined and earnest! It put me in mind of a quote i saw recently:

Thanks for being such a great mate little buddy!