We have had it so easy with Justice.
Yes, it was a doctor visit ridden pregnancy. And a rather less than lovely emergency cesarean experience.
Justice himself, though? So easy.
He slept through the night the day we brought him home from hospital. He slept twelve hours a night and still took four hour naps in the afternoon. He started talking early and walking late, so I was able to know both what he wanted and where he was - who can say that about their young toddler?
These days he is such a busy little person. He is invested in Auskick this term (AFL), he is still determinedly learning Ju Jitsu. He is still playing guitar.
He is six and a half years old and in second grade. He is challenging himself to learn the periodic table - and by this I mean number, symbol, name, state and group (what is an alkaline earth metal people?!). It has been so long since there was any baby in my baby!
I have so many friends expecting or currently experiencing that painful wonder of a brand new baby.
I'm jealous. I wouldn't trade where we are now or who he is now for anything, of course I wouldn't... but the time really is flying by...
