Little Florin, how your sister has wanted to mother you! Given you are a quarter of her weight I was throughly impressed she was so intent to wear you and never a prouder big sister did I see than this one right here. Walking up and down the footpath outside our house she was pleased as punch when a neighbour walked past and enquired about ‘her’ baby. Smile spreading and eyes filled with pride she said happily “his name is Florin! He’s my baby brother”. I think you are looking at her thinking “and this is my big sister”.
p.s If you like this Hoppediz Wrap Conversion Tula carrier that Priya is wearing, I am raffling the toddler sized one I was saving for Florin to grow into to raise money for the Typhoon survivors in the Philippines here. 100% of the proceeds will be donated to the Red Cross. Since Errol’s own family live in one of the most badly affected areas, this is really close to home and we would love to be able to help.
Well… I really wanted to reshoot an image to add to a series I’d been keeping up with Theo and Priya but… 3 kids is impossibly more difficult to shoot than two. After enlisting both Errol and aunty Bene to help with the shoot and still finding it impossibly difficult we decided that this would have to do! This might be the end of the series I think. Thanks for the crazy eyes Theo.
For 10 months I carried you inside of me, feeling your movements and kicks as my belly swelled rounder and rounder. I talked to you, I sang to you, I shared my meals with you, I loved you and wanted you… and yet… I didn’t really know you. I couldn’t have imagined what you would be like, who this little being in my belly was. It was you, all along and what a delight it is to have you outside – in my arms as I get to know the little person you are. All the hopes and dreams that I shared secretly as your grew within are flourishing outside of me, in you.
It was only a few short weeks ago that I was laying down with my belly swollen to it’s limits with my Theo bear. He would fall asleep clutching my belly and whispering to ‘his’ baby. He wouldn’t want to settle next to me unless he could wrap an arm around my bump and press his face in close as he’d say “I wuv you baby, baby!”. It was while he was whispering his affections to the belly that I wondered if he would feel the same about the actual baby as he did about the bump. I can see now (and my heart is happy) that the answer is yes.
How recently it seems I was just laying my first two down together for sleepy afternoon siesta. Now they’re so long and leggy and there is someone else in our midst. There was always space for him. Nap time never looked cuter and never filled my heart with so much joy.