I love to tell my kids how they used to live in my tummy, it never ceases to please me, I do it a lot. Therefore it’s lost it’s stop-them-in-their-tracks power and become more of a oh-god-she’s-saying-that-again type of moment for them. But I don’t care. Like I said, each time I say it, it pleases me. I love it.
This morning I said to Freddie, “this time seven years ago you were still in my tummy…”. Very shortly I shall tell him ” whaaa-hoooo, this time seven years ago you were born, my gorgeous child! “. Can’t wait.
Happy Birthday my love.