eleven months

Both my boys were born on the twenty-third day of the month and both born on a Tuesday.

Here is my little boy, eleven months old today, modelling his new chambray pants. I’m not sure that I would sew chambray for a child again. It doesn’t wash and wear well, in the sense that it does need to be ironed. I don’t iron every day children clothes. I don’t really iron every day adult clothes either. Ironing is for special occasions in my book.

No photos of E. who is five and half today. He is still sick. Poor lad has been battling a bug for most of the school holidays and doesn’t look like he’ll make it for his first day back either. We are in possession of a ghastly black cough medicine, and really it is ghastly, so when a child requests to take it you really do get a sense of how ill they are. Although today you just needed to look at E. to know that he was struggling. He skin was so pale and his eyes circled with big shadows. Poor lad.

It is so hard to believe that there is only one more month to relish this sweet little babe as a “zero” year old (as his older siblings describe him). Check out that smile. It is so infectious.