James is 4

Can you believe it. Must be getting old because James was 4 years old not so very long ago. It only seems like yesterday that I was asleep in the hospital after a traumatic (hope Emma doesn’t read this!) labour. Time seems to fly by, and I sometimes worry that I’m missing chances to see him growing up. I suppose when I think about it we do OK, after all we’ve had several trips to see trains and planes and all the things that dad secretly likes.
It was great to celebrate with him, especially as I just made it out of hospital in time.

Next, to Christmas, where James has decided that Father Christmas plays a large role in proceedings. I’m hoping for a non crazy family Christmas this year with a little time and space to enjoy each others company, but I fear it’s not the way of today!