I think that picture of Wilf and his little egg basket may be my favourite ever picture of Wilf. Every time I look at it my heart hurts a little bit, my little boy, I'm such a lucky mama.
Tom's mum really pulled the stops out on making our Easter weekend such a lovely one filled with so many simple, lovely memories.
When Wilf was a little baby I attended a baby massage class on a Monday morning, it was a small class of only three other women and their babies. We would start the day with some yoga, some baby massage, then herbal tea and freshly baked flapjacks whilst we spoke about how we were finding this adventure that is parenthood. My teacher Leonie was such a calming and welcoming presence and some of the things she spoke to us about on those Mondays mornings really stuck in my head. One of the things I used to think on often was the phrase 'you cant spoil a baby under one' something that helped me so much through our first year of decision making and sleep troubles. The other thing she said was that family really come into their own after a year, that the relationship between child and grandparent can really start to develop in different ways after this time.
I think in our situation this really is the case. I'm not sure it the way for everyone but in Wilf turning one there is a new sense of independence, of him making these strong bonds and relationships with people other than Tom and I. Breastfeeding comes into it quite a bit too I suppose, he no longer needs to be by my side for feeds every few hours as he can now go a full day without nursing if needs be.
One things for sure Wilf has decided his Granny is his new favourite person ever.