New 17-year-old

And what a scary thought that is! Forget about his own enthusiasm today, I’m still recovering from the shock. Wasn’t it only yesterday that I found him hanging upside down out of his electric swing – smiling away and quite obviously enjoying an alternative view of his world? Wasn’t it just last week that I stood in front of him and said ‘Ten seconds to warp core breach’ – and laughed delightedly when he then threw his hands up in the air and made rocket noises – and wasn’t it this morning that I stood him up on his changing table, stood back and waited for him to scream ‘BANZAI’ and launch himself 2 feet into the air (with absolute confident that I’d catch him) lol

Oh – those were the days. What fun! Happily, he’s still loads of fun. It’s just slightly more sophisticated these days (although the same could probably not be said for his puns …)

His bedroom is lot more untidy. Definitely smellier. His shoes are way, way, wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-y too large – and unfortunately he can also reach the chocolate in the fridge, no matter what shelf it’s on!

Still … can’t complain. What a wonderful 17-year-old. I’ve been blessed. Definitely leaning towards 97% luck and 3% parenting (that much, I hear you say?) Yeah, well …… I have to live in the belief that I contributed something somewhere.

Now – if his siblings are equally wonderful and easy at 17, you’re going to hear me shouting from the rooftops. Oh, I’m sure they will be! They’re doing pretty well so far. I just hope they slow down a little and don’t reach 17 quite so quickly as Chris did! Nappies, though. I don’t miss nappies! …