Now we are Three............

My baby is three. I can hardly believe it. Three years since I brought a pink wrinkly baby (with enormous tootsies) home. The first year went quite quickly, the second even quicker and the third...............well. Unbelievable. Here at the Nudie Palace, we had a wee celebration for the Little Prince in a Pirate stylee.

 No, we didn't only buy him a toothbrush for his birthday. But he was super excited about this anyway, after he nagged us every time we went to Waitrose about the 'Letric Spiderman Toothbrush'. The customary response was, 'You can have it when you're three' (because that's what it says on the back of the packet you see). Naturally, it seemed apt to buy him the sodding thing for his third birthday.

 This is his real present. A rather nifty Micro-Scooter. Watch your backs on the seafront, Grannies............

 Setting the scene for the party. Never let it be said that I don't pay attention to detail.

 The Cannon, built by the Talented Mr Nudie. It fired and everything.

 The target, a Galleon of course.

 A little Pirates den at the bottom of the garden.

Treasure chest cake. No, I didn't bake it myself. I'm good, but I'm not that good.

 Digging for treasure, well piratey bubbles if you must know, but the wee shipmates seemed happy enough.

 We be Pirates too 'Aaaargh', erm woof. Whatever....

 One very happy little piratey prince at the end of his party. Happy days. Still can't believe he's Three though.

Memories are made of this.......

This post is for week 23 of Tara Cains Gallery. The prompt this week is Memories. So many images I could have chosen that represent an important memory for me; photographs from my childhood; my time at university; my early adulthood spent living in London. All of these periods in my life have shaped the person I am today, but none as much as becoming a Mother. Every moment spent with my wee Prince is a future memory in the making.

The memories started before he was even born. The first glimpse of him on the scan. The first time I felt him move. All precious and stored away in those memory banks.

The images below are of moments etched firmly in my memories. The first time I realised I might be carrying a boy (we chose not to know the sex of the baby) was during my 20 week scan. A huge foot loomed out of the darkness at the bottom of the screen. 'There's no way that foot belongs to a girl', I had said to Mr Nudie. I was right.

When the Little Prince finally emerged, one of the first things I did (after I'd seen his dangly bits) was look at his feet. As I suspected, they were huge. They still are. This photograph has pride of place in our house because it represents one of my first significant memories of Motherhood.