Some things aren't real until you hear yourself say them out loud.
"I have two kids."
What? When did it happen? Wasn't I - just yesterday - a single young lady living it up in the city with a career and a nice apartment and a social life?
"I have two kids. Two boys under the age of 2." I said to the girl at the computer store this morning as I waited for the hard drive to be removed from my Mac. She gasped, wide-eyed. "Really?" She said in faux-awe (or maybe it was real but I'm pretty cynical).
I felt kind of proud and smug.
Time has gone by in such a blur these last few months. But I've been poised with camera at the ready, all too aware that these small, magical moments - often just ordinary components of life - pass by so quickly.
Brothers: one day they'll be best friends.
Yes I know I'm his mother but seriously, look at him. He is remarkably cute.
A family walk in the park on a cool crisp Spring day.
Mum and Dad visiting from England.
Dad and Matthew have developed a special bond.
Matthew helping J dig into the last patch of ice in the back garden.