The smallest one has had his second day at school. I found myself loitering outside the school gate about half an hour early than I needed to, he emerged looking hang dog tired. Crawling up my body as if I was a tree and cuddling me like a baby would. Man do I feel guilty.
But I can also see small hints that he is picking things up already, the change from my baby to a boy is happening. Well who am I kidding, it has already happened, but he’ll always be my wee man.