Sometimes I forget how special it is to be able to do things or see things for the first time. When I see the snow, I'm filled with: "Oh great - getting to work is going to be a nightmare." And usually, when I see a chicken, I think: "Bizarre, feathered dinosaur." But this little boy's face lights up in wonder. He smiles his I-have-the-biggest-mouth-in-the-whole-wide-world smile and he reaches out to touch (or perhaps in this case, cuddle to death).
How exciting Firsts must be? The only thing I can liken it to was the first time I met him - it was like seeing the sun rise for the first time. Utterly breathtaking and extremely beautiful and also frightening, because I'm worried my brain won't do it justice when I commit it to memory.
I get photo updates from my mum, almost every hour, when I'm at work. It helps me through the day and gives me a little lift so that I can return to my emails or the articles I'm writing or subbing with a little bit of extra oomph. I'm here for him after all.
This photo was sent to me this morning and it is possibly my favourite of Wilbo so far. It sums him up. He's such a social baby - I know everyone says that, but he's so confident he makes me feel shy. He loves meeting people, especially animal people, and I love that about him. He's never been a clingy boy, unless perhaps he's ill or sleepy and then only Mummy will do (my only triumph!) but otherwise, he's a "Hey! Nice to meet ya!" kind of guy.
Since this photo, he's also met my cousin's guinea pigs too - it's a shame my Auntie Ju no longer has rats, snakes or stick insects, because this little boy would be holding his hands out for a cuddle!
Holly the chicken, however, seems a little less keen...
Such a cute picture!! Xo
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