I feel like I haven’t written as much about my sons lately.
We’re drawing ever closer to their ‘graduation’ from nursery.
And the thought of them starting full-time education from September cannot be avoided.
They are so tall that when compared to the Easter intake it is evident it is time to move on.
Their ability means it is time for them to move on.
But there is that which remains, they are my babies.
With the good weather returning so it is that time to pop down to the nature reserve for an afternoon’s fishing.
In search of Big Bad Barry.
Another sign that they are growing up, it is now possible for two of the little people to accompany daddy.
And whilst that in itself creates a tug at my heart-strings.
The fact that my two brave boys aren’t quite as brave as their sister in holding their capture means there’s still a bit of my babies left.