Baby Room No More

It's been a while since I wrote a "mum" post, but day's spent writing about milestones seem to be getting further and further apart. I no longer have babies but children. I feel like I'm going through a bit of a weird transitional phase. It's kind of why I feel the need to move away from "Mummy B" to K Elizabeth (a rebrand is happening soon guys!), that my life is no longer based on these baby milestones or what baby product is a necessity, but more towards our happiness as a family. My littlest is growing and my son's nursery highlighted this when they informed me he was moving up into the "big" room.

"How can he be in the "big" room? He's still so small!"

These were my initial thoughts. Life is so incredibly busy, which I love, but it kind of hit home just how grown up my little Henry is. Potty training has been mentioned, thoughts to "pre-school" have started and I suddenly had a little wobble. The realisation that I would never be taking another child to that wonderful baby room. A baby room both my children adored. That the "early" stage of parenthood would never happen again.  Of course, I have known that Henry would be our last, knew from the moment he was in my arms. We've always said two was our magic number and that really is the case. We're very lucky and they bring us so much joy. Yet I still wobble.

Perhaps it's the old mum guilt kicking in. I have been very focused on my career and building my blog that maybe I'm feeling like I've missed out a little? I know in reality, this shouldn't be in my thought process, those things are important and I know he know's no different - but it will always be there nagging away.

However, despite the mum guilt, Henry has grown into such a loving, adventurous and mischievous little boy. He keeps us on our toes and reminds us to live life in the moment - he's my little free spirit who loves the little things in life. Like watching a slug mosying down the path or riding his grandad's "tractor" (lawnmower). Whilst he can be a little testing at times (he is our own little tornado) he doesn't have a mean bone in his body and always makes sure we're all ok and constantly showers us all with affection. He reminds me to be thankful for all that we have and has definitely taught me to be a little bit more relaxed and in the moment

This week is half term, so I'm going to relish living a little bit more slowly. Soaking up my two not so littlies and resetting before the next half term on madness ensues. For now, here's to my baby boy. Though you may not be in the baby room anymore, you and your sister will always be my babies.

Mummy B xoxox