At the start of July, this little poop face turned 6. I mean, bloody six, that means we are creeping closer to double figures now. I’m not sure I can deal with this. I want him to stay my gorgeous, loving, cuddly little boy forever. Not turn into a grotty teenager.
This last year, in all honesty, has been a tough one. He went through a phase of really not listening to what was being asked of him and both myself and Ant have shouted a lot more than we would like to at him. He also started to backchat, developed a HUGE attitude and a temper to match it. But over the past few months, this seems to have slowly sorted itself out and as I type this we are back to affectionate, funny, cheeky Luca. The best version of him. Continue reading