the ordinary moments 15 1/52

The Ordinary Moments 15 (1/52)

I’ve said before just how much I love this little linky hosted by Katie over at Mummy Daddy and Me. I love how it makes me look back over my week and remind myself of the special little things in the many ordinary moments of our days. When life is as chaotic as it is for us at the moment with three children it is even more important to me that I remember the little special memories that everyday brings.

Today we marked the last real day of the holidays by taking a walk to town with my mum, Bean and Baby Sprout while JB was with her daddy at a birthday party. We stopped in Costa for a hot chocolate which is a little weekend guilty habit of ours.

While mum was getting the drinks I looked over at my little girl and it dawned on me that she is not so little anymore. Here she sat legs crossed, playing with an iPhone. She will be eight in two months and she looked very grown up sitting on the sofa across from me. She knows exactly what she wants to order, she is even confident enough to go and order herself if need be. I remember like yesterday taking her into Costa in Cardiff to meet the girls from work when she was a baby. Where have eight years gone?

the ordinary moments 15 1/52


4 thoughts on “The Ordinary Moments 15 (1/52)

  1. Wow! She really does look like such a little grown up- moments like this are wonderful and scary in equal measure!

  2. Gosh I can’t begin to even imagine Mads at eight, I felt so emotional about her turning four, I just can’t imagine her being so grown up enough to order her own drink. I bet it is a wonderful age, a little bit more independent but ultimately still needing Mummy. Although I am 30 and still need mine haha! Happy New Year to you and your lovely little family. PS Have you tried the honeycomb crunch in Costa? If you haven’t you need to try it, it’s the most amazing thing ever! xx

  3. She does look very grown up. I know they have to grow up, and we want them too, but it can be bittersweet to watch. I can’t begin to imagine my three year old at eight… then eighteen…. then….

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