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One of my earliest memories as a child was my mother teaching me how to count as she climbed up and down the stairs of the house we grew up in. Holding me tight, she would place a foot on each step and recount 1, 2, 3 and so on. I think there were 14 all up or was it 15
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He imitates their sounds. I have to be very careful not to swear or raise my voice around him because he copies.
I've held him in my arms, rocked him to sleep, giving him kisses, made him laugh, fed him milk from a bottle, fed him food from a spoon, played with him, read to him, danced with him, sung to him, had him throw up on me, changed his nappies, bathed him, had little baby conversations with him and I can notice little things he does that I do. That I did, even 21 years ago.
They're amazing, those kids.
But then, I can always hand Will back to my sister if he starts screaming *too* loudly.
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You may one day have this thing called the biological clock TWANGING in your ear - til then, keep having wonderful moments with him. He sounds like a doll.
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It was odd. Because as I grew up, I knew that I loved my family. But I can't quite remember when I started loving them, you know?
And I love my friends and have loved past boyfriends, and stuff, but, that's love that has grown over time.
But the first time I saw him, I knew I loved him to bits. It was a very overwhelming feeling. Perhaps that was a vague twang.
Twasn't enough though, thank goodness! :P
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From the disparaging comments about biological clocks etc, I'm afraid to say anything.
But yes possibly. I'm been seeing my niece and friends being pregnant and friends' children and getting invites to friend's 2 yr old's party. . .
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