It's amazing what three years old think about; Leo was given some pocket money by
PJ yesterday and he kept it safely in his t-shirt pocket all afternoon. At one point, he said to me, 'mummy, I'm so lucky'. I asked why and he replied that he was 'a lucky boy because my daddy gave me pocket money and it's still in my pocket'. He was so cute. He really thought he was lucky and yet he has all this stuff going on with doctors and nurses doing things. We're the lucky ones more like; to have Leo as our son, I mean. We're the lucky ones.
We saw our friend's eight day old baby today called George and he was a little sweetie. Seeing George reminded us both that Leo was that small once (just over 9 lbs) but looking at him now with things as they are, children grow up way too quickly. Whilst at our friend's, Leo found a doctor's kit and he pretended to do examinations on me including blood pressure. It's good he knows these things but we wish he never had to know how to take a blood pressure! Can't keep wishing though as you often don't get what you want.
Having a very busy week ahead of leaving for Surrey on Sunday.
